Monday, January 1, 1990

I Felt Trapped



I Felt Trapped
By Steve Carey

I felt trapped inside a box.
Seeing outside was impossible.
I can’t get a hold on anything.
I grabbed onto nothing.
I must be patience.
Trust me.
How can I?
There was too much to handle.
I had little time.
I was losing air.
This box wasn’t fair.
The darkness was my only company.
Everything was blocked from me.
Something can’t be done.
Bones was beside me.
This one didn’t make it alive.
I was so alone.
My hope and my faith were gone.
What a dope am I?
I want a rope to hang myself somehow.
I felt trapped.

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