I feel around me in the dark, 

A wall, two walls, three, then four. 

I’m in a box, 

I cannot escape,

I’m shouting, screaming

Help me!

But no one hears,

They’re trapped in their own boxes. 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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Yeah wow since we are all trapped in helpless boxes the only one who really hears is the one true God. So try calling Him pal. I like your awesome lil poem . Kudos.

I see comments are not common here, but interaction is good for the human touch in this cold world.  Pleez do comment/ review my newest poem too.


Thanks! I’ll make sure too. X

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