The Entrapment (An Original Poem)

...stop grabbing
   ...stop prodding
      ...stop staring
         ...just stop altogether

Circling around in this dense space
trapped in expectations, no room to breathe
unable to be freed, mounting
...constraints
   ...demands
      ...obligatory actions
         ...responsibilities
            ...needs to be fulfilled

The pressure increases but there's no release valve
walls closing in, exhausted, I have
...no voice
   ...no energy
      ...no plan of escape
         ...nowhere to go
            ...no strength

Is this my life?  Is this my destiny?
am I never to reach an area of freedom, do I
...bring this all on
   ...look for this
      ...harbor this environment
         ...feel safety in it
            ...know nothing else

If the door opened, would I run far away to something that may not be there
...taking a risk that I'd be there, then what?
If the door opened, would I shut it sealing my destiny and confirming my fate
...feeling I didn't deserve anything better than this madness?
If the door opened, would I just sit there in disbelief that I had a choice
...afraid to make one?

With the open door comes the chance of more coming in than escaping
My closed door is a safe harbor as well as my plight, a dual-edged sword
that very well may be the article of my impalement
Without any idea of what freedom is, how would I know if I had it?
Would I want back in?
I may never know