fly in a jar

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
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 encircling regret
                            bent
         on 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 transparent 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
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn

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About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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