A Box

Just something I typed up in my notes.:) self expression.

A Box
4 walls, a ceiling but
Where is the floor?
I seemed to be trapped,
No escape.
Yet how is there no floor...
Am I doomed?
How did it come to this?
And why?
An eternal entrapment of my soul.
Hell perhaps?
No, hell has a burning floor.
Torture. Y-y-yes.
I have yet to find a door
Feel!
I can feel!
But it hurts.
The stomping,
The steps and the thumping.
Pain, so much pain!
Wait...
An epiphany possibly?
No a realization
I cannot be here
I am here.
The question is not where.
It is who.
There is no floor.
How is there no floor!
And the pain, the agonizing pain.
An explanation?
An answer?
No, acceptance
I am the floor
My eternal damnation
Trapped beneath the walls I
Have created.
A box of my incoherent self.
No one.
No one can understand what I,
Can not understand.
Eternity?
Only until mortality.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Very creepy, but good :) it's never a fun feeling to feel or be trapped and panic. I think my favorite part was when you asked 'Where was the floor?'. There was just something about if that turned something in my mind over and over that wouldn't allow my mind to let it go...great write! Great self-expression and tension!

[Matching Socks]

A FORTUNE COOKIE FOR JAY: When you can't find the door, you must look for the window. :)

Liked it, thought provoking. Thumbs up.

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:: sounds like brutal introspection that's gonna lead to some phenomenal 'out-of-the-box' thinking... also, the tone and tenor of your post is rather conversational... and hence... (for me)... very friendly... excellent 'note' to self... :)