The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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time has constructed
                great prodigious walls
                              between the boy and girl
                        we once were in youth,
walls lined with stones
                no words of the poet can penetrate
                              and shards of broken promises and shattered dreams
                        that cut and tear- and cause this bleeding of my pen.
Foolishly, I search
                  for a gateway that would lead me back
                              to the place so close to you...
                        but does it really exist?
futile is my quest...
                  I strive towards the light
                              I remember in your eyes
until finally, reluctantly,
                  exhausted from so much yearning... so little success
                              I crawl away, my heart to die,
                          in the cooling shadows of the walls of life.