The aroma of the future engulfs the faint scent of the past,
Burning desire permeates my invisible cell,
And I can feel it.
The odor of the unknown twists and curls into a beckoning hand,
Tapping my shoulder,
Then motioning to follow.
When I decide to comply, this self-imposed Berlin Wall
Prevents me from freedom, happiness, and the future.
My last remaining friend, The Past, has betrayed me.
Always a shoulder to cry on, she no longer accepts my company;
I am useless to her now.
The scent molds into form; everything I've ever wanted:
My dreams, hopes, and desires, there for the taking.
But this cancerous confinement halts my footsteps.
Breaking through to the other side is a risk;
Shattered glass leaves a bloody mess.
On all sides I am trapped.
The outside holds opportunity, but I am the one knocking,
Trying to escape my drab, claustrophobic world.
Choices we make determine our destination.
Choices I made keep me here.
Slumped against one of the walls, I gaze into the world around me.
Everything seems too close, I can taste it all in my mind.
But everything tastes like my own mirrored tongue.
Like the plight of Sisyphus,
My biggest concern is avoiding the crushing blow
Of my burden, as it tumbles down the hill.
Hope drives me insane,
Deprivation of existence leaves a void in my soul,
But I control my visceral urge to break free.
Nothing is as it seems,
It is never that easy.
I have learned to accept my surroundings.
I am deprived of the temptation of the luxuries of life.
But I have grown to depend on my glass box. |
