Beyond The Wall Poem by Franz Velasco

Sitting down uneasily,
I did not bother to move.
My back against the spine of the chair;
Slouched, the lower part of it unrested;
My head tilted, my neck aching,
And my eyes staring endlessly at nothing.
What hits my line of vision is a wall;
Painted boringly white,
With stains and dust,
Which no one bothered to wash.
Still the wall stands,
And behind it, probably, a colorful garden;
With a variety of herbs and flowers;
And above this garden is the sky;
With birds flying freely;
Within infinite space and towards the heavens;
On the horizon the sun and further the moon;
Below these celestial bodies are landscapes;
Breathtaking sights: mountains, plains, waterfalls;
Homes to creatures of every kind;
Species that embodies the beauty;
And the creativity of their maker;
And some of these creations have become creators themselves;
Building wonders like ant hills, bee hives, buildings, homes;
With complicated structures and with unique designs;
Reflecting perfectly the personality,
Of the individual that lives within each structure.
Ants, bees, fellow humans are busy;
Making wonders and helping others;
Reaching their full potential;
And fulfilling their purpose,
To better their lives and the lives of their neighbors.
And I am sitting lazily;
With no effort to sit up straight;
Blankly staring at nothing;
Not even thinking of going beyond,
This god forsaken wall.