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Robert Lindner
How can I resist
The request from
Judy, Judy
Times Two
Because she posted
It Twice --- woo woo
So here's my most recent POME
The Wall
“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind,
this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles
and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.”
Jean-Paul Sartre, Huis-clos (No Exit)
In the maze of life there are sometimes walls,
To stop you at the end of dead end halls.
Like in any maze you must retreat and
Try a different path. Most understand
This rule of mazes, but some continue
To go down that hall, hoping something new
Will happen and an exit will appear.
So they go nowhere, they are always here.
They keep banging their heads against that wall.
They hope, they wish, they pray, the wall will fall
If they persevere, but the wall will win.
It is a wall and walls do not give in.
Their perseverance is just a madness.
A pain to creep, gnaw, fumble, and caress
Them so the walls don’t hurt quite enough to
Make the behavior stop. What can we do?
But watch, wonder, and hope there’ll be an end,
Hope they’ll turn around and no longer spend,
Their mad existence in that dead end hall.
We watch, as their heads bang against the wall.
But there’s “No Exit,” there. There never was.
But they still persist in their hopeless cause.
It’s more than stubbornness, it’s also fear.
Some new path may be worse than being here.
But they’re in a world where they don’t want be.
It’s like the Dantesque purgatory
In the play by Sartre, Huis-clos , a place,
Where Hell is the agony, they must face
The agony of minds that must decide
To move on to the future and not hide
In the safety of a chamber with walls.
A place they can’t leave, because leaving calls
For a decision to move on, retreat
And find another path, but they will meet
Their fear of change there, standing in their way.
It is like a mad and existential play.
A dance macabre, a tango outside
Reality where dancers can’t decide
And can never settle into their pose.
They are in limbo and neither one knows
How to escape. They are in a prison,
In a chamber walled by indecision.
This place of madness, sadness holds them in
With the inertia of circular spin
It’s a vicious cycle of depression,
That’s followed with anger and aggression.
Sad, then mad, then sad again, without end.
And it seems that they’re determined to spend
The rest of time in this purgatory
They have made because neither one can see
The way out. The wall beckons to the banging head.
They cannot leave because they both are wed
To each other and to perseverance.
The gravity of walls can be immense.
I watch them banging their heads, they’re intense.
Fortunately their heads are very dense.
Or unfortunately, since the pain does
Not hurt enough to stop the maddening buzz
Of nothingness, of No Exit to their
Existence in place, that’s going nowhere,
Their prison of indecision, the wall
In the maze that’s in a dead end hall,
A place that they should leave, but they can’t go,
Can’t leave the madness Sartre called Huis-clos.
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