Driven....away

Doors can shut on you.
They get slammed in your faces.
You look for alternate routes
but is in ensnared in that maze of corridors
with openings all sealed tight.

The walls you try so hard to break
gets fortified so thick that is has become impossible to
even drive a small chink.
You hit a nail in...only to have the hammer swing back at you.

Words you say
Run like drops of water
down the proverbial duck's back.
Nothing goes in...nothing stays.
For words bear no meaning, no significance, no purpose

A hand that tries to reach out
is seen as one that holds a poison apple...
an easy target for the poisoned quills in return.
Each action you take...
viewed with distrust, viewed with hate.


God...
Is my mission done?
You set love as a purpose
but I am weak.
I need to walk away
For I have been driven....away.