Curled up in the corner
safe
staring at the walls of this box I keep returning to
afraid to push out anymore
and dive into chaos once again

Just sitting here in my box
cold
but not so cold as to look for someplace warmer
I'll simply huddle up
and ignore my discomfort

Lying down in my box
tired
No motivation to sit up, let alone hope
for something better, anything
must be better than this

Asleep in my box
dreaming
of a world where I could leave this place for good
not simply be forced back
over and over again

Hiding in my box
crying
hopes and dreams so repressed I barely know myself
pushed into the depths
to keep my sanity

Raging in my box
shouting
the only stimulation I can get I make myself
so right now I'm angry
until I get bored

Music in my box
Listening
this one drug I allow myself, this one small escape
to dream of the outside world
If only for a while

stagnation in my box
aging
Watching the sun go up and down through the small crack in the ceiling
ignoring the passage of time
lest I dwell on it endlessly

paranoia in my box
shaking
Knowing that it cannot last forever, the walls must eventually come down
but the world will be the same
and most likely pass me by

life in a box
death
An entire life gone by with nothing to mark its passage
least of all for its owner
who chose to embrace defeat

Well done

wow! great writing!!!

Nicely done! I felt that!