Viktoria Lilith

Cube - Poem by Viktoria Lilith

My room, six faces
I scream at each, and every one
For they contain me against my will
And I'd rather die than be trapped
So I run to the door and flee

The sun burns
I cry out in pain
but follow through with my escape

The harshness of this world
It only shows itself more clearly

I scream as I am abashed with the noises
The screech of the ambulances
The pervasive police siren

I wrinkle my nose at the smells
The sadness
The death
The pollution

I scream and wish upon the Gods that i were back in my cube

Comments about Cube by Viktoria Lilith

  • The Jesus Of Suburbia Is A Lie (1/4/2010 3:02:00 PM)

    Fantastic poem...a 10 for it... (Report) Reply

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  • (1/3/2010 5:48:00 AM)

    I can so relate to this and that makes me really love your poem.
    Good work!
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  • (1/2/2010 1:17:00 PM)

    I tried to vote and give you a 10 on this poem but I dont know if its working. Whoever gave you a 4 obviously doesnt understand the truth. You might like my poetry but hey I'm trying to promote myself through your comment page. That wouldd be rude of me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 1, 2010

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