“Backed Into a Corner”

It started with a dream last night,

And remains in my head like a hoarder,

This thought is fusing in my mind,

I am backed into a corner.

Why have I lately thought so much?

A thought which appeared out of thin air,

A thought that I cannot touch,

I know the answer that lies there.

I do not want these thoughts again,

I want to live free of this mind bomb,

A thought that has become so bland,

While I appear to the world as calm.

I fear I will never be absolutely gratified,

But isn’t this the human way?

I do not think a life can be stratified,

So perfect, organized, and array.

I must move the obstacles out of my corner,

Therefore I can escape,

I would like for my life to have no borders,

Can anyone relate?

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4 thoughts on ““Backed Into a Corner”

  1. Uzoma says:

    Deep, riveting poem. This makes me to pause and reflect.

  2. I think you ending is very telling. If it’s any consolation, we often imagine there to be more borders than actually exist. Run towards a few of them, challenge yourself to confront them and you’ll see that they are just unlocked doors, not walled dead-ends.

    Lovely poem.

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