Helpless

 

Beyond this invisible blindfold
there is a wall of paper in front of me
and I cannot break through it

 

There are chains of thread that tie me back
to this pillar of polystyrene cups
and I cannot knock them over

 

I lie drifting in this puddle
as an ant floats by my eye
it too is trapped by the underwhelming current
it too has lost the ability to fight back
against the everlasting air that pushes it down
though unlike me, it does not know to desist
it does not carry a white flag in its back pocket
next to the rusty swollen shell of a shotgun

(pathetic little fucker)