At The Wall
Stuck, I feel abandoned.
Is this the wall we were all warned of?
Nose on the brick, brain in the machine, I feel stuck.
Routines stay consistent; I suppose that’s what makes the difference.
Disruption here, separation there, when will this end?
A total eclipse of my memories. Impaled by their decisions, I can’t move other than my routine.
Zoom there, zoom here, zoom everywhere.
I sit, but I don’t speak, because I feel stuck.
All walls are climbable, yet this one feels colossal.
I will break this wall; until then, I am stuck.