Trapped Silence

Day in day out, in and out I sit in front of a

Motionless screen, typing,

Panic rising.

Exhaling and inhaling deep breaths.


Tortured beyond words

Of deep anguish

Of annoyance

Of despair

Of frustration

All mixed in one.


I feel trapped

In a meaningless


Where only


And Numbers

And more Numbers



Oh I just want

Out of this

Futile job.

Help me please

As I learn patience

And learn to

Survive this pointless


That havocs

Deep human

Anguish within

My tortured chamber

Of hopelessness

Within hope.

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