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