in this involuntary place
randomly light or dark
shivering like cold
or sweating as warm
this narrow path
like on a tightrope
meaninglessly balancing
between good and bad
love and lust, truth and lie
staying alive, or not
pulling and
pushing and
clawing and
crawling and
crying
there is no way
no way forward
no way back
no other way
only sideways
'Between two walls' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem