I am tightly sealed in a darkness,
Confined to the extreme,
where nobody hears me banging on the metal ceiling,
of the box that I lay in.
A coffin it seems to be.
Where if I try to escape it becomes hard to breath.
My eyes widen when I come into the realization,
I cannot get out!
I bash against the walls with everything I have.
But it is not enough to escape.
It is not enough to drown out the laughter.
The lies they yell down at me from above.
I cannot see them but I can hear them.
Surly, this is the end.
I will be dead by morn,
but then the truth comes,
more suddenly than before.
I wake up,
sweat pouring from every inch of me,
by the heat of the covers wrapped tightly around me,
and my alarm clock beeping its emotionless curses at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem