The Wall

The ends of fingers so delicately caress,
Torturing the ends, 
Up and down beside blank eyes-
A pillow on the bed.

Scratching the surface,
With delicate tips.
Tingling the edge of soft fingers-
Balled soon into fists.
Tightly clench, with burning limbs.

So silly and innocent,
A ball of fluff suddenly seems.
When there is a wall,
Somewhere before burning tips.
Balled so harshly,
Into stumbling fists.

Thin piece of skin-
Over muscle and fragil bone.
Louder than any tears,
Eyes have shone.
Cries the mouth could noiselessly scream.
Cuts the hands could bring.
A fist.

The imoviable is before them.
Impossible, undeniable-
Every crud stuck and muck,
Lives within that wall.

Fingers bleed,
Tingles and caresses, stabbing tips,
Hidding inside clenched fists.
Aiming back-
Taunt tight muscles.
Weak fragil bones.
Pulling back and with-
Snap!

This wall never moves.