I have a fear
A fear of a box.
A fear of being trapped in this box.
The walls close in.
My stomach is in knots
I feel sick

There is one way out of this box.
This is the way I choose.

It’s stuck in my head.
The back of my mind.
Always.
No escape.

I know it is unreal. Imaginary. Nonexistent.
To me it exists.
My greatest fear.

                 A question asked.
                 An             answer,
                         Yes.
                In                the box.
                No              way out.
                One way to escape.


So I say no.
Always say no.

I stay out of the box.