- I'm enclosed in a box
but the box has no walls.
It's hard to breathe and the air is thick.
It's hard to move and feel comfortable.
I feel tightened and limited,
and my muscles are soar from awkward positions.
I'm in complete darkness and I cannot see the hand that lies in
front of me.
It keeps reaching out to me but I continue to search.
As I think I am ready to touch it I have lost it again.
There is light that flickers,
but its only temporary hope that vanishes quickly.
I have no more words to speak and no more pleas to make.
It feels like the end to a life of nothing;
a life of emptiness, sorrow and wailing.
But I don't seem to mind. I know my time has come.
The barrier breaks but I choose not to flee.
I am destined to go this way.
The way that is uncomfortable and unhappy,
miserable and tormented.
Here is my place, this is where I belong tonight.