there’s no place like….

There is nothing worth saying right now
We have been stripped of our freedoms time & time again
I am a caged bird who refuses to sing
I am bored and restless and anxious for the future.
Others are wondering how they’ll pay their rent or buy food
and I’ve been there, albeit for different reasons
I know it’s hard and it’s petrifying and it’s degrading.
Screaming into the void seems like the only option
and even that won’t help.
So what do I do? Where do I turn my soul and guide my energy?
To what ends does this go?

Trapped animals are looked upon with sad eyes
Now we look inward with those sad stares
It’s almost in jest, the irony, the way we have become inhuman ourselves.
I am somehow both exhausted and restive
Eager to find any glimmer of hope, any sign this might end
You would think this would at least inspire good art
but even that too feels pointless.

I am full of nihilistic indifference
Still desperately clinging on to scraps of hope
because what else can we do?
How else can we keep alive that thing in each of us that screams
“Keep going! Keep going!”
I have wanted to die many times
this is a different feeling entirely.
An unhinged claustrophobia that threatens to spill over in any way it can.