Kheellpp Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

pulled, pushed and spun around till sight is imaginative, cracked, beaten and left bloody till feeling is untouchable, tested, forced and taken for granted till friends disappear, put into a box with emotions and neither is able to break out, running out of oxygen till i am forgot, when i was not breathing, blown bigger than anything in a constricted space, till hope if abandoned and life is left in the gutter, and the message is never discovered.................