Stuck Between a Rock and Another Rock – The Walls Closing In
Stuck Between a Rock and Another Rock – The Walls Closing In
Do you feel the walls closing in?
You look high and wide
But there’s no place to run
Division has divided us into individuals
We’ve lost a collective unity
Nothing to see but endless rocks
Piles that stretch beyond the human eye
You feel stuck, helpless, and confused
Time marches on; it doesn’t care
Never has and never will
Long after we’re gone it will continue
That so-called hard place isn’t really a place
Just another expression of faint optimism
Life is a hard place, especially now
The feeling of helplessness is reality
Our eyes glued open and wide
Watching as the mechanisms keep building
Bad news is everywhere and in plentiful supply
The garden of good and evil is polluted
Evil has overtaken and spreads like a weed
Every avenue is blocked and guarded
Rocks keep coming and piles keep growing
Mobility is but a word in the dictionary
Waiting anxiously is the task of the moment
As if the worry will bring about change
We’re all between the rising walls
Looking at one another for some solution
Hoping for that unexpected miracle
But the reality of things is a lost hope
Projection into a future world
One where worse becomes worse by the day
Visions drawn from theatrical apocalypses
Dog-eared paperback novels and nightmares
As if any moment the sweep will begin
Stormtroopers of destruction will appear
Our lives permanently disrupted
And the walls never ceasing to grow
The masses are gathered in masses
Each alone in their painful thoughts
Beaten down until the point of exhaustion
Weak and on the brink of compliance
None realizing that a solution is there
A thousand hands working as one
A million voices speaking in unison
Together working for something better
It only takes a single rock to be moved
And then another and still another
It won’t be an easy task
The walls can be broken
Fear can be thrust aside when we are together
Our rallying call is now or never
It’s time for ‘we the people’
To become ‘we the people of the world’
Stop the tyranny
Or be crushed by the wall
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Very insightful piece. “Life is a hard place…” this is the truth. Jamie
If ever there was a time for ‘we the people’ to stand up for change in the world, this is it. There is bad happening almost everywhere you look, we need to bring back the good. Well-worded poetry, Ralph.
Yes…We all feel beaten down….and waiting for the walls to fall down on us. Hope is out the window. Helplessness prevails. Words used through out your Poem highlight all our feelings of the times. Every line a poignant reminder to the times we are going through. Excellent thoughts. The kind that makes the reader follow along…looking for a break or release of faint optimism for an unexpected miracle . Yet…Alas…”It is what it is”…As predicated by some recent great unknown philosopher. I hope you are right in your writing: “Fear can be thrust aside when we are together”. That can be a reason for Hope.