It’s like a wall
of frustration,
Built from karmic
stone.
It’s like a cliff
face,
The fall from which would shatter
my bones.
Impossible it seems,
No matter how hard I
try.
The more I press
forward,
The more it attacks.
A vicious onslaught,
Without any slack.
The more I try.
The more I lack.
Maybe I'm wrong,
and it’s time to
go back.
.
