From my box

by Darren   Aug 20, 2014


Those four blank walls encase me,
offering comfort and hiding my personality,
crouching and listening I stare in four directions,
hoping that life doesn't spot me.

To the north I spy a loving couple,
he carries a rose, along with her dreams,
entwined in emotion and a stare into her eyes,
he has no cage trapping his feelings,

I shake my head knowing that is not me.

To the west I can make out the writer,
his literacy blows the mind of generations,
signing and laughing he writes boldly,
publishers and agents fawn and salivate.

I sigh, my way with words is to stumble.

East catches my attention.
A smart man with a glistening watch,
drives along slowly,
his smile flashes those perfect whites,
his car an extension of his good fortune.

I tut to myself quietly, that boat has sailed for me.

After a while I open my eyes just enough to glance south,
nothing, just a mirror on a stand, reflecting me.
this image scares me the most and I cower,
ducking down and I wonder,

Is this box in my mind?
Or is my mind in this box?

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  • 9 years ago

    by Mayday

    !! Another awesome piece o: I think this is an excellent read. The way you captured such a jaded and tired and kind of hopeless perspective, observing everyone outside of him and kind of nostalgically identifying with them in one way but feeling distanced from their worlds in another, if that makes any sense. Anyway, that's just my amatuer take on it (: My favorite lines, because of the impact it has to it;

    After a while I open my eyes just enough to glance south,
    nothing, just a mirror on a stand, reflecting me.
    this image scares me the most and I cower,
    ducking down and I wonder,

    Is this box in my mind?
    Or is my mind in this box?

    I think this is really clever, pensive stuff :o
    5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by Fading Memory

    Hehhe :) fear is strongest feeling , and the most pure and fragile emotion , ,,./

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    My mind went many directions here, coming to the conclusion that all these people were you at one time. Each thought was different than the last. The first stanza is very clever. At first I thought you were talking about depression but now I think it could be a box full of memories of the past, and you are trying to hide from your life right now. I do like how each stanza enfolds. Each one is showing a time from your past that you want to go back to or forget maybe. I can interpret it both ways. Either one: you are lost in memories of a past you are scared of going back to. Or two you want to go back to the way it was. I'm guess number one is more true and that is causing you depression. Great write

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