Walking the empty streets at night
I beg that someone lets me out
So much that I begin to shout
Yet not a sound spills from my mouth
I beg, let me out
Things are no longer beneath me
Not the insects or the earth or the dirt or the seas
And never has so much weight held me down
Than all these things above me now
I beg them, please…let me out
It doesn't feel right having to crouch
Or crawl as a human being
…To be stuck in the same place that I'd been
And thought I had gotten out of
If someone loved me they'd have let me out
Nothing. I feel I am nothing
Except one box inside of another
Fitting into what I was never meant
Lost to my predicament
But I want to get out
No matter that I can barely breathe
The elements exert all their force
Until I choke and heave and reach for a hand
That isn't there to receive me
Then I find that I cannot beg anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem