The Box

12/23/14

   The Box
Once in a Box
The box has no locks
Once out the box.
The box had no locks.

   Back to the box.
The box with no locks.
The box doesn't fit.
What's up with this shit.
The box didn't grow.
But I did to and fro.
Now how will I fit.
I guess I'll cut off shit.

   What will I cut to fit in the box.
Maybe some limbs take off my socks.
Cut out my heart that beats tick toc.
It's grown too big, it won't fit in the box.
The box is cold, so throw out my soul.
It was too big, it made me whole.

   Back in the box.
You know the one with no locks.
I don’t like it here, it’s dark and smells like fear.
The walls are sad and little hope.
There's no light, no way to cope.
No way to grow, to and fro.
Only rain and cold, cold snow.
Please don’t close the lid.
I asked you once, but then you did.

   In the box this is my voice.
In the box I have no choice.
I’m cursed and mocked, here in this box.

I guess the box did have a locks.