The confines...

The confines...

A Story by o0grip0o

My thoughts meander over
Turning on themselves
Multiplying my anxiety
And tearing at my soul.

My room has four walls and a door
From which I can't seem to escape
Not on holidays
Not on vacations.

No matter where I go
Or what I do for distraction's sake
Of some relief, of some hope
That things will change
Even if it is just a lie.

All there is, is that low mundane humming
That solitary low note
Which consistently screams,
"You're stuck, get out, this is not living!"

On those times
Where I do make up my mind
To break away
To hear a different sound
Leaving everything behind
Fatigue overcomes me

I stare off at the ceiling fan
Watching at blades spin aimlessly;
Attempting to escape their eternal path;
Realizing they never will
Because there is always someone there
To switch them off!

© 2010 o0grip0o


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