The Rock and Hard Place

Trapped

Like the falsely accused,
I find myself stuck
between a rock and a hard place,
with no finish line in sight,
only the harsh, rocky pavement
that my body embraces
like a long lost relative,
reluctant to let go.
Because at least I am stable here;
at least I know how things are,
no matter how uncomfortable
it may be.
My emotions tug be back and forth,
to and from the edge,
to the point where I wish
I would just fall
and put an end to this
maddening game of tug-of-war,
so that some closure
might shut Pandora's box,
with all its false hope and suffering,
remaining out of reach,
out of sight,
out of mind.
But if wishes were gold,
we'd all be suffocating under the piles,
higher than Mount Olympus,
wishing we weren't buried
beneath our own wants,
adding to the pain
every moment.

I've tried shutting these emotions away,
but they keep breaking out of their cells,
distraught without each other,
no matter how much they might fight.
I'd stop them,
but I know how they feel
and can't bring myself
to cause them hurt such as that.


"Where do I go? Where do I stand?
Where can I find myself again?"
-Relient K