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[aid] => mick
[title] => Box
[time] => 2004-03-31 17:18:44
[hometext] => take it how you will...
[bodytext] => I’ve been suffocating inside this box all my life With pollution and paintings of destruction as my clear blue sky, These four invisible walls keep me locked inside; trapped in this lifetime of lies And the acid rain and artificial light hurt my eyes. Locked in this box with no future or concept of time, This bomb slowly ticking down the minutes until we’re no longer alive, This box isn’t big enough to let any one of us fly If we ever live to be any older than a child… Trapped in this prison whose values are nothing like mine - Get a job, start a family, obey the system, stand in line Queue to serve your country, ha, queue to waste your ******* life Queue to not stand out, queue to die. Suffocating inside this box since I was a child, These sound-proofed walls, these mirrored tiles, Millions of boxes stacked together in so many ******* piles No names, no identity, just a barcode and a number, the only record of my life. And I’ve been trapped in this box for so much time, Hearing the screams of others trying to escape, trying to run from the line, Closing my eyes to lose myself in dreams of what could be right This box, so invisible, so fragile…so beautiful, so confined These walls that are the only real thing in my life, This box, it sleeps forever in my mind. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 13 [informant] => wyrd_faerie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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