I need a way out.
I’m trapped in a box.
No peeking holes. No booby traps.
No way to get out.
I’m sealed in from all ends; no space to move around.
I can hear the walls talking yet no words are coming out.
Water drips down, I catch all the drops.
A moment of hope glistens.
Now, I’m poisoned throughout.
I give up on hope. I slam the walls.
Stare at them and scream.
They listen to it all. No answers given.
I get anxious and angry.
The shaking won’t stop.
I can’t breathe, it’s too hard.
I’m confused and impatient.
I grab the key and open the box.
There’s a blue sky above me.
I look down the road only to see
another open box waiting for me.