My Box Poem by Poet AOA
My Box
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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4/18/2024 1:08:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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