Sorry, I’ve built a wall.
I left a peephole and a speaker for us to communicate.
But that barrier ain’t coming down to crown your fallen throne.
It’s so high you will never cross it, push it, blow it.
Sorry, you can’t see the invisible wall.
But I didn’t want your permission
I didn’t want your apathetic reaction.
Or any mockery that dwells in those who have power.
Now, the power is mine.
And you’re out there not knowing much just how you left me behind.
©Ana P. Rose 2018