At the wall

I find myself standing at the wall hand bloodied from constant pounding the wall does not care for the blood I shed. The shadow looms over me the wall provides no shelter it cares not for my discomfort. Lightning seeks me there once again the wall stands mute blind to my suffering The sun burning high above upon my weary brow the wall offers me no shade. I stand in turmoil contemplating the end to my all the wall offers no insights. It is just a wall meant to hold me back caring is not it's job.