Boxed
I feel like I'm sitting in a box.
A box I can't open.
A box that's inside another box.
That's inside another box.
And inside another.
Trapped by four corners,
Unable to move,
Unable to see,
And unable to breath.
The dark walls which surround me on all sides
Keep me from facing that which I know will
Help me heel.
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