By Marc Carver

No Exit

I search for a door
a way out 
but can't seem to find it
not even sure if it is locked 
or if I have a key to open it
and escape.
Not even sure if it is in the dark 
or in the light but I know that I have to look
but I become tired my head goes down and I still can't find it.
But every day 
I look


The words are not there anymore
lost to the faces of unhappy people
living miserable lives 
pretending to go on like normal
even though they don't know what life is anymore.
A thousand non possibilities
choices with no choices 
I feel sad for them 
and can see no love in them
I wish I could 
I wish I could see some love
just a shining eye of hope
But I don't

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