No Options Left

No options left. No place for you to live
within a sense of worth. Backed into a wall
with yet another closing in. What do you do...?
How can you change the past
or ever hope to make it all okay again,
when everywhere you turn, there stands
another wall, impervious to just one human will.
False hope is a painful and dangerous thing.
Nothing feels real anymore but the pain.

The walls are closing in on me.
I cannot see. I cannot breathe.
A wail of pain and terror breaking free.
Reaching out, but no one's there.
Staring through the empty air.
Unrestrained, the tears keep falling down.
Try to think, and find another circle.
You can't get out, there is no where to go.

Seek another way and find reality as hard
and cold as all their intellects. Subsets
of a numbered industry. No longer seen
as human, just another cog in some machine -
so easily replaced when thrown away.
Too old to find another job, too young
to just retire. A malady attacked your heart.
You cannot feel the fire anymore.

Then face again their great hypocrisy.
It's all your fault, you see.
You must be some great thief
for trying to keep living on.
They frown upon the power that
no longer moves in you.
Back into a state of isolation
that was never meant to be.

The walls are closing in on me.
I cannot see. I cannot breathe.
A wail of pain and terror breaking free.
Reaching out, but no one's there.
Staring through the empty air.
Unrestrained, the tears keep falling down.
Try to think, and find another circle.
You can't get out, there's no where left to go...

? Michaelette ?

7/17/2003
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