There is dissatisfaction in the air. <br />Contained inside, like a nightmare. <br />Going at a snail’s pace… to nowhere. <br /> <br />Closed channels diminish your wits. <br />Chances of escaping are next to nix. <br />You want to withdraw and call it quits. <br /> <br />The circular road is deepening each day. <br />Gaze blindly and you’ll miss a doorway. <br />A chance to take a path that leads away.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuck-in-a-rut/
