A Desperate Blessing

As the rushing students race up the steps,
All that's left is the depressing depths,
Of a lonely young man who can't find his place.
And nothing is left, no evidence, no trace.


The overwhelming faces begin to subside,
And in the end, there is no where to hide.
A blockade of concrete stands in the way,
And a sense of abandonment is left astray.


The doors kept ajar,
Through this agonizing defeat;
A constant reminder to those who are weak.


The cold blooded railings keeping you bound,
Holding you back from standing your ground.
Brainwashing you in an unpleasing manner,
Beating you down as if it were a hammer.


The bricks creating your own prison,
Keeping you bonded in its resin.
Screaming for help you hear your own voice,
But no one responds, as if they had a choice.


The doors slam shut,
And there is no way out,
Except to fight your ignorant doubt.


Racing up these once taunting stairs,
You accept there guidance and receive their cares.
You forget this curse and create a blessing,
Which now you uphold in your unchanging testing.