just a way



a hundred ways
to run into
a wall
it's got to be
a million
to fall
into disillusion looks
a bucket list to me
my life floats
on a card-box raft
threatened by storm
from my past
a female hand
easily broken
a mast
a match ignited
hot and cold
fire on the sea
reason no glue
fights for survival
in vain
blown ashore
in two halves
depressed
drowning in pain
too much to bear
no gentle touch
no shelter
anywhere
through stupidity
a victim of circumstance
through own blindness
locked away from
the world
in self-defense
former alleys swallowed by
a darkening horizon
former roads blocked by
suicidal trees
flight's impossible
all that's left is
to hide inside and stay
wounded and bleeding
buried by walls
no exit
no alley, no road
no way