Invisible Cracks Poem by May Speak

I am hours and hours of unfinished life
I breathe in the days and exhale the months
And live through the years
Just to die in the moment.
Every second of every minute of every hour
Of every day, I am wasted.
My body grows and shrinks and jumps right in front of me
Daring me to move...

My mind and endless tunnel of thoughts
And dreams and scenes of blurred memories:
Circling, crossing paths and constantly crashing
In the dark, trying to find the light.

At the end. I am spent
On what? On who?
I am so confused.

I am wasted and spent and packaged
Into a tiny brown box that I have no idea how to escape from.

I am cornered and trapped and surrounded by walls
Too high to climb
I am shaken and stirred and carried away by my circumstance.
Yet I stand, still hoping that walls will crack, and the scaffolding
Will collapse
And let days bright lie in.
If only just to touch the surface of my tongue
And let me taste freedom