The Squared Dead Squeeze of the Wasted Effort

Walls all around me
Corners that point 90°
The edges come closer and closer
No gap
No break
No cut
No opening
Just a dead end
Running pillar to post
East to west
Zig- zig round and round
Banging walls
Silent cries
no one hears
Deafening silence
Buzzing in my head
Is that the ceiling coming down?
Or the floor rising up?
Soon to be smashed into nothing ...ok...fine...
Inspite of trying...
Brilliant but wasted efforts..... yet
I'll die first and then maybe I'll quit?
Maybe.