Am I Done Yet?

I’ve tired of chipping

At your near impenetrable wall.

Once with gusto I attacked it,

Each gash and gouge

Exciting my zeal,

Beguiling me with promises

Of mysteries I might soon grasp.

But the pinholes of progress

Are meager rewards

For my unceasing toil.

Reviews

[Tonyna]

I really enjoyed reading this poem. I thought it was to the point and well spoken.