As more days pass, I reluctantly stay in a locked box for longer than I should,
The box is precise and rough,
It seems to be almost indestructible,
The tall wooden skyscraper is intimidation for the eyes and mind,
It fools you to believe the difficulty of exiting,
The wood is plain and modest,
The box's lid's commitment to seal, lets only thin air to easily go in and out,
The darkness blinds me and traps me with it for a while,
I hear tons of noises outside, but not able to confront the cause of it,
I'm left helplessly to the noises not being able to know what they are,
Then, it is unlocked and I go home
-Jasables
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PoesíaPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
