Boxed

I saw the world only with my hands.
Touched those thick walls around me,
Keeping in every word I ever said, every song I ever sang.
I ran.
And ran.
And ran.
But in circles.
I could hear the thunder,
It sounded like the wind.
I was blind,
I saw a lightning.
So beautifully glowing; one of a kind.
My heart ached.
And burned.
And burned.
I wasn't going to be saved.
It was too late.
And; no one ever tried.
They offered my head to satan,
Walked me to the hell's gate.
Then turned their backs.
Laughed.
Laughed more.
But what has now happened:
They are all sore.

I am free;
Boxed?
No longer.
Battles?
All fought.
Thunder?
Makes me think of dark thunder thoughts.

Now I laugh as a new day rises.
I don't need to see it.
It comes.
And it goes.
So do they.
They should now finish those shows.
Those wounds will bleed long.
Bleed.
And bleed.
Until they are like me:
Boxed.
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