Black Box

My Emotional State at times

Black Box 11/15/99

 

As I sit in a void of darkness,

No windows, no door, no hope.

I can’t see the wall, floors or ceiling,

Not even a beam for a rope.

Devoid of all a human needs,

There is no sound, no light, no smell.

I can feel nothing at all,

Alone in my own living hell.

I can’t seem to measure it,

I don’t know how big or small?

Can’t understand why I’m here,

Don’t know if it’s short or tall?

Was it my fault it happened,

Have I paid for it , will I get the bill?

Should I have talked to the doctor,

Taken the shot, the drink or the pill?

Are there others in here with me?

Others that I don’t see, hear or feel?

Could this place even exist,

Is this world I live in even real?