Everywhere I let my eyes wander
All the faces I dare to glance upon
They're all the same

It's all water
Placid as glass
Every detail coagulates
Into one blank page
A diary of lost souls

I feel pulled under
By the cascading heights
Of my insecurities
Constantly wondering;
Does anyone else see this?

If the world is invisible to us all
Where do we aim our eyes:
*To the clouds?

I remember my reflection
in your jaded iris,
a thin veneer,
warm crystal sheen
was between us,
we were that close,
kissing our souls
& I miss it.
I am
desperately alone
without you.

It's more than just a silly game,
this thing we call love,
heartbreak
& I always go to jail,
while the rest of the world
quietly passes by.

your memories haunt me
             every second of the day
      my mind is in             h   a  
                                      c            o   s    

               I cant
                           th
                                i
                                 n    k             a  
                                                 str      i                t  
                                   ­                          g       h
                                          
                    ­                    your love is my CURE
                                                   but you're too     a f r a i d
                                     if you save my life
                                                          yo­u'll die instead

In a box
trapped in a box
of darkened despair
no escape to light
feel deprived
no oxygen to breathe
so tight struggle
in your deepest darkest
hour
its a daunting struggle
of a darkened world
in a box
so cold chill as ice
hearts so cold dull
saddened of the fear
crippling with terror
as you shed that lonely tear
in a box
deepened by those thoughts
fighting to escape
for just that bit of air
body trembles just for that
little light
to seek from this box of
dark despair
in a box
so alone so alone
in that darkest hour
just wanting that little air to breathe
just that little light to shine
in the world deep dark despair

In A Box
by Deb Harman ©