The Walls.. Poem by Marcus Lomboy

I'm looking for an escape...but I'm trying the opposite..
Looking for an entrance, at the same time try to exit it..
I'm trapped between and the doorman won't let me out..
I scream and shout, with the sense of growing doubt..

That this trap will get the better of me in the end..
Wasted enough time, not an extra second to spend..
Look ahead of me and see defenses unparalleled..
I sit and dwell. Should I break up out of my cell?

So I can keep trying to break down every barricade..
Each wall around your heart you've ever made..
From equipped sentries and savage watchdogs..
Complete with a moat with 'gators and Scottish bogs..

Watchtowers with snipers waiting in the wings..
Armies of each era, from present to Norse Vikings..
Helicopters hovering in the air, tanks on the ground..
The darkness vibrates as your heart starts to pound..

Look around, and see trenches dug in deep..
I'm thinking if I should just forfeit as I yearn for sleep..
Rub my eyes and study the structures..
Wishing I was like loaded dice and I was luck-sure..

But I'll need more than chance to make you mine..
There's a dozen different roadblocks left to climb..
Check the time...two years.
Mired in an emotional swamp composed of my tears..

Seeing laboratories of scientists with chemical bombs..
Even couch potatoes who do nothing but watch sitcoms..
Obese middle-aged men who have difficulties breathing..
I don't know what they're there for, but I see them..

Closer to your heart than I will ever reach..
Trying to win you over with my sweet talk and clever speech..
Now I'm glaring through the chain link fence that still separates me from you..
I just wish that you would just let me show you the truth.