Up against the wall, little by little it begins to fall,
it never does, it just stands there, mocking me, standing tall.
I wish for it to fall, to stop the torment and end it all,
it never does, it just stands there, standing tall.
Why cant it fall? Didn't i hit it enough at all?
I strike, again and again, nothing moves, nothing falls.
I am bound to this wall, un able to move, at all
in this torment pressed firmly down the hall.
another hit, another strike, it crumbles, some more,
and finaly, it begins to fall, i am freed, once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem