Fated
My fate is quite clear to me
In every possible way
No way to change what must be
Every turn I make
Or Direction I go in
Is met with a brick wall
Spinning around surrounded
No place to turn and go
Trapped in what is my fate
Sealing me off from everyone
Along in this utter isolation
No one to talk to except myself
Speaking out loud so I don't feel so alone
No way out of this trap
No door and key to allow me to get out
Climbing the walls only to fall back down
By Barbara Desmond
