hopeless reality

i wrote this a couple years ago:

i exist in a place where i am an unwilling participant of continuing sadness

where anger is a constant companion

(and pain is god)

i stand alone in the battle for sanity in an insane enviroment

with every breath i struggle towards dreams which will never be realized

as the walls close in my spirit is crushed

(and again)

i am nothing

waiting, i listen to the writing of my soul which speaks in hushed words and cringes with emptiness as my life slowly slips away...

i live, i adapt, i endure