Chambers

Clusters of desperation
clawing for their identity
trapped in maze without a map,
life’s labyrinth lacking any out.

Pausing at a wailing wall
because the tears you see
are a rainfall from your own heart,
looking for that entrance
to the chamber you thought
was escape from those dark corridors
leading to perfection
of what you dreamed in the dim light
forced to follow in your head
that was implanted
while viewing a DVD on hope.

It gets so crowded at that corner
between choices and death,
everyone leaves their scratch marks
while seeking the one portal
away from this wandering confusion
in hopes it will stop the insanity
of constantly feeling lost.