Poet AOA

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My Box - Poem by Poet AOA

I Made a box
with lids and locks
big enough for me to sit in
i took the chance
climed in and bottled the lid above me
i made the walls of my box so they could move closer and closer towards me
my neck binding into my body
i felt like clothes in a sutcase
look what i have made for my self
look what i have become
look at the box
though you won't see me
like a walnut in it's shell!

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  • Rookie majid Alsaady (5/24/2010 12:14:00 PM)

    very cute and canny, but deep and clear.i like it much.Putting oneself into problems without knowing how to get out. Getting into prison by one's will.Man usually practise thar (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie majid Alsaady (5/24/2010 12:09:00 PM)

    very cute and canny, but deep and clear.i like it much (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 22, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 25, 2010

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