fly in a jar

I am the alien
the other
designated
for destruction
consummately fated
fitted with obstruction

as a fly in a jar
I batter myself
upon glass
in desperation
to pass
only mocked
with each darting
in futility blocked
before starting

I discern no bar
until I try
               as I fly
fully intent on release
       collide
an impenetrable cross
of double
that will never cease
to inflict its trouble

I am the alien
I have no right
to plead my plight
free will
consumed
in this game of attrition
extracted
                 exhausted
                                  entombed
a tale of omission
from all that draws breath
gives life meaning
makes bearable death

encased
in separate space
contained
there will be no grace
               ordained  disdained
the lines                                                  
               on my face
tell
there's no holding time
thief of
             my days
corrupter of ways
            a singular hell
dying
         by moments
                        sealed inside
slow acting stress cyanide

languished
I lie in hopes to dream
escape from this scheme
but they have all fled
there's no refuge in bed
a platform of torment
                  a jest
         I detest
of encircling regret
                        bent
        on descent
               prevents
what I could know
   or how I could grow
no quarter given
       to insanity driven

a reverse black hole
zero can come
but a solitaire soul
in a transparent drum
dictated
             expulsion
compulsion
                   takes hold
by this power controlled
perpetuates
base
resistance disintegrates
forced into exile
in place 

forever constrained
to remain
kept inside
swept aside
as refuse
refused
no reason denied
all hope erased 
on this planet's face                                             
                                      there will be no trace

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© July 03, 2011
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