Confined in a box
Waiting for someone to poke some holes
I can’t breathe
There is nothing in here
Not even a place for me to call my own
Four walls, not all even but make a square
I’m suffocating
Waiting for someone to poke some holes
I wish I knew what was beyond
I wish I had the strength
I am so dizzy
Waiting for someone to poke some holes
In a corner, small and tight
The air seems warmer here
There something on this box trying to get in
My heart is pounding
Waiting for someone to poke holes
A little shake, lock and key
Confided in my box I no longer shall be
The waiting is over