I am the alien
the other
designated
for destruction
consummately fated
fitted with obstruction
as a fly in a jar
I batter myself
upon glass
in desperation
to pass
only mocked
with each darting
in futility blocked
before starting
I discern no bar
until I try
as I fly
fully intent on release
collide
an impenetrable cross
of double
that will never cease
to inflict its trouble
I am the alien
I have no right
to plead my plight
free will
consumed
in this game of attrition
extracted
exhausted
entombed
a tale of omission
to nil
from all that draws breath
gives life meaning
makes bearable death
encased
in separate space
contained
there will be no grace
ordained disdained
the lines
on my face
tell
there’s no holding time
thief of
my days
corrupter of ways
a singular hell
dying
by moments
sealed inside
slow acting stress cyanide
languished
I lie in hopes to dream
escape from this scheme
but they have all fled
there’s no refuge in bed
a platform of torment
a jest
I detest
of recrudescent regret
bent
on my descent
prevents
what I could know
or how I could grow
no quarter given
to insanity driven
a reverse black hole
zero can come
but a solitaire soul
in a translucent drum
dictated
expulsion
compulsion
takes hold
by this power controlled
perpetuates
base
resistance disintegrates
forced to expel
in place
forever constrained
to remain
kept inside
swept aside
as refuse
refused
no reason denied
all hope erased
on this planet’s face
there will be no trace
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© July 03, 2011
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Poetic Sojourn
