the box

the box

I am less                        
depressed                     
I regress                         
push demons off my chest                           
I am my best under unwanted stress    
I've been here for way too long              
while I hate it I've grown strong                 
I've grown accustomed                               
to pain                          
shame                        
knowing that I am to blame           
for the whispers of my name                    
as I watch friends fall like rain                 
but,                                  
I am not really sad    
not even mad          
kind of in a way glad                                  
that I can release myself in this way           
so all my anger is locked here on this page                           
to stay                  
instead of inside of me                             
that's why I walk around carefree        
truth be                    
while I'm haunted here                                  
in reality                     
I'm free                      
with all my demons locked in this box

exiled                
drafted into fantasy                          

knowing this is the key                                  
to my humanity          
for my sanity          
this is                        
 me

   .

   by the unknown sith 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love what you're saying here. We spend so much time reacting to irrelevant BS regarding how we "should" act, live, feel, talk, whatever! I've been living alone in the wilderness for 10 years & your poem sounds like how it feels to get away from all the mythological crap that's been distorting one's outlook & self-assessment for decades. It's very freeing. I wish this for everyone. I love how you describe it as being "in a box" when I think of it as finally getting "outside the box"! Even tho you describe my experience, I love that you describe it in a completely different way than I've ever thought of it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Isola]

I like the clarity and directness of your poem which brings an important message to those who have ears to hear. Wonderful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I always wondered why Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, John Berryman and others could not write themselves away from the depression and ultimate suicides...
but you show a poet writing everything into a neat little box, to be sealed...
when pain can be confined like this...perhaps that is how a poet writes away from the edge instead of towards it.
j.

[Nix is typing...]

This is...phenomenal, I don't know why I haven't read more of your poems!!! I love the rhyming and I loved the poem in general,
"with all my demons locked in this box
exiled
drafted into fantasy
knowing this is the key
to my humanity
for my sanity
this is
me"
Such beautiful words here! Nicely expressed!

100/100

Nix ❤️

[The Unknown Sith]

Thnx you for the positive review.

[Patricia]

And that’s a poet. This is what we do and it becomes who we are and it’s how we survive when no one listens. Our pen is our voice and we live to give it life. The poem is painful, beautiful and I insightful to your heart. Well done

[Vectra Mendonie]

I liked this. The rhyming was done well and it was simple enough to read. The only thing is this is more of a poem than a story. No judgement, just pointing it out, but it was a good read. Good job!