A Kafkaesque nightmare

A Kafkaesque nightmare

Is there any way

Out of here

I have tried every door

Each one seems less

Interesting than the one before

The drab green paintwork

In need of restoration

The knobs

Worn smooth

From repetition

Hallways are gloomy places

With broken lights

And a smell of cabbage

Hanging in the air

Moldy reminders

Of welfare in empty faces

Too tired to try again

Lining the walls

With despair

Which fork to follow

When they both look the same

Who built this panopticon?

Each door positioned

In such a way

As to be seen

From the next one

Is there anybody with me

There are no travellers

But a plethora of prisoners

Trapped in a maze

If this is a labyrinth

I should expect a Minotaur

To come barrelling

Along

Filling the space

With adrenaline

Animal magnetism and the click

Of sticky-fingers

What is that sound

Sonic youth

Mezzanine encounters

Perhaps I will

Try this door

It looks familiar

I have a key

It seems to fit

If I have a home

Then thankfully,

This must be it.