The Box

the box

'tis assembled

for another

for many others

for Life

fashioned with wood

worn by years of

experiences,

influences,

broken dreams

disappointments

hammered firmly

in place 

the nails of 

fear

hate

anger

the box

'tis assembled

to provide the maker

comfort, restfulness

having organized Life

into neat, orderly

box-lined streets

ah, yet the maker

hath failed to

affix a lock to

the box

and whilst

in peaceful slumber

Life escapes

free to live

outside

the box