| The Box (Poem Version) |
| I sit here, staring into The almost blackness that is my life. Ever feeling like I'm trapped in a box, With someone about to close the lid. And as the light slowly begins to fade, I wonder to myself, Was it something I said, Or something I did To cause these feelings of utter lonliness? Throughout the years of pain and longing For something better, I've tried to escape A world of my own creation. But the more I entered this world, The more real it became, And I could slowly feel myself slipping away From reality as we know it. Finally, the lid closes and utter blackness Envelops me in its icy coldness. The walls start to collapse Ever so slowly. I can feel myself being crushed by the darkness surrounding me, The box trying to break me. By the time I realize that if I don't do something I'll be destroyed-- it's too late. I try to break free of this cardboard box Only to have the heart-renching realization That my self-made prison has slowly become stone And then steel. So I sit back a cry, Because this fantasy that I thought I controlled Actually crontrols me. The wonderful dream I once had Has become a nightmare, One I can't wake up from. And it is with a heavy heart That I sit back and accept my fate. I believed that this world had tried to trap me, To destroy me. But in the end, I was the hunter. Ensnared in the traps of my mind. I sit back and cry, Wondering what will happen next. But I believe I already know the answer-- I will forever remain ensnared in this box, Never able to break free, Blaming everything but myself For the problems in my life. Still I sit, Going through life emotionless. Lost in my own world. Forever trapped in The Box that is my mind... |