These four walls haunt me,
There is no way out.
The darkness strangles me,
No way to find light.
The claustrophobia is over whelming,
I'm gasping for one good breath.
I hit the walls,
It's like they are made of steel.
I feel warm liquid on my hands,
What is this madness?
The walls are closing in,
falling over.
I'm crushed,
all bones broken.
My body just lie there in the warm puddle,
alone in the dark.
Then,
again a box.
It's pulls its self together and hides the young body of mine.
No one will ever know,
That I was even here.
Author notes
Yep, I went a little too literal with this I think. It doesn't make much since, but I think that was like living the rest of my life in a box. More like a box from hell. XP.
Option 5.
Write as if you were trapped in a box for the rest of your life.
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Comments
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Snapppsums, dude.
I don't wanna be in your box! lol.
"What is this madness?"
^that was my favorite line.
Keep writing & good luck in the contesssst!
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