This poem was inspried by a photograph by Michal Podobycko (go to the deviantart website and look up podobycko to see his work)

Alone I stand
Facing time-etched walls
Of my past
Walls that reveal
My muted pain

Each stain telling
Its own tale
Each crack calling out
For attention
Wanting to be mended

When a fragment falls
A dream crumbles
Into dust
That collects
At my feet

I see my wall
I see the stains and cracks
I see the crumbling dreams
And yet
I fail to see
The exit
Behind me