i live in a
box

in a field of
wildflowers

I can appreciate
their
color
splashed
against
the blue

but i
cannot  touch
them from
where i am

the glass
prevents
this

so i
write only
about
the
evil of
life and
human hearts
(reflecting my own)
upon the
glass

in black ink

i scribble
scribble
scribble
as rats
around
me
nibble

i write till
the glass is completely
covered and

no

light

comes

through

at all


now
i
am
in
complete



darkness


SoulSurvivor
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