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.