THE BOX

THE BOX

by Sunndae Langston on Saturday, October 8, 2011 at 3:27am

I remember when they told me I was in a Box,

I had no idea how big or small it was.

I could run it seemed for days

and yet never come to the walls,

that made it a box.

However one day,

there was a thud.

And when I went out

to run around in my box:

I came to a grand wall,

a cold and molded wall.

Its side was sharp,

had hurt to touch...

So I ran another way...

And my pain went away;

But there I found another wall,

this one was different,

sweet smelling and sticky to touch,

I ran down along the side,

I liked this new wall,

tell I came to the corner,

and meet up with the first wall.

Confused how sweet and sharp could meet...

So I ran another way...

and my worries went away.

My path I thought would be long,

But I found another wall

only steps away.

Dark and hollow is all

I remember....

So I tried to run another way....

and my hopes began to stay.

Corner to corner

I saw them all...

One sharp and painful,

Another sweet and sticky,

The other dark and hollow

and finally a large reflected wall.

When I stood and starred

at the dark wall

my mind got lost and

time just stopped.

The last of the four

just starred back at me

and I could see the other three...

Slow without motion;

they were creeping up on me...

And so I had no other way to run...

I sat down inside my Box,

I folded up my legs,

I crossed my arms,

and closed my eyes;

I hated this box!

I did not like the sides!

I could not be free of them!

I could not move about in my Box.

And so I climbed out!

Sunndae