I’m on an endless treadmill
my head is going round and round,
I see myself with no future,
only some kind of despair,
with no way out.
A job at a dead end,
which is the way I feel,
my life in a cul-de-sac,
with nothing there.
Backed into a corner,
by everything around,
feeling helpless and hopeless,
with nowhere to go.
No up lift visible.
No sanctuary anywhere.
No way out to be found.
Just going down,
down,
and down.
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-down-4/
