Poem: City of Lead

When there are no more options
and everything must be done
alone
by me
I am tired
and I wait
for something to happen
to me
but it doesn't
I must push
for it to work
Push and Pull
Nothing happens when nothing happens.
So nothing happens.
Like a very small toy man
trying to move around
city-sized structures
of lead
alone
outmatched,
overwhelmed,
and powerless.

Time to push a button
and hope.
Time to pull a lever
and dream.
Time to press a key
and wish.
Doing what little I can
it is not enough
it is all I can do
inefectual
impotent
broken
powerless
weak
small
alone
I do what I can
When the City of Lead remains.