I feel like a fly caught in a web,
Snared by the trappings of life.
I am on a ship that is sinking fast,
Down to the depths of the bottomless sea.
I am stranded in a desert of fire and rage,
No map to show me and no water to drink.
I am locked in a room with no light to see by,
My body bruised and bloody from trying to get out.
I feel alone yet I can feel eyes upon me,
I call out for help but there’s nobody there.
What can I do, won’t somebody help me?
Is there anyone out there, does anyone care?
September 8, 2008
