Blocked

I grope in the dark.

Should it not be hope?

I am parked.

Nakedly stark.

Stripped of any creativity or craft.

Should I not be driven and dreaming and young?

In pursuit of the meaning of life for my part.

How can I finish what I cannot start?

Crumbling around are my walls of ideas

Hopes eaten by fears.

Only tears.

I wish for a spark to speak and to heal

To break the barricades and start turning the wheel

What is blocking the exit from this trench in the ground?

Where is the ladder found?

Unlock my heels from the ground.

Open my ears to hear sound

Unmute my mouth

Let me head southward from this strain

To even feel pain would be gain

Away with the wash of a surface unbroken

Peel off the seal

Speak words once unspoken

Remove the stipulation

Change my position-less station

Let me vacation from this wretched equation.

I have stopped and I hoped that would help

But I need more help
Please help

An aid, a guide, somebody by my side?
A voice, a choice, a door opened wide…

This moment of this life is sat to one side

With no pride

No pride.

I once thought it’s all consequence

All worries and lies

Let us hope, for us both I’m not right.