The Box - Poem by Linda Sides
Let me out I seem to cry,
For in this life I know I'll die
He who sins; that we know has no
hope when he's full of dope.
One mistake was all I made the day
I blew my mind away.
All I ask and all I say is that
I make it one more day.
In a box I seam to live;
It has no sides
It has no lid.
Smaller, smaller, it seams to get;
Inside the box where I once loved.
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