Shoved Into a Box
My coffin is under another,
And I was buried alive.
They put me in a hole for shelter,
Thinking I'd somehow survive.
Air was scarce,
But my lungs were trying.
My body isn't complying.
Keep prying!
Start crying!
I THINK I'M FUCKING DYING!
I CAN'T GET OUT!
My mind is filled with doubt.
What is this about?!
I can shout and pout,
BUT I CAN'T GET OUT!
And I was buried alive.
They put me in a hole for shelter,
Thinking I'd somehow survive.
Air was scarce,
But my lungs were trying.
My body isn't complying.
Keep prying!
Start crying!
I THINK I'M FUCKING DYING!
I CAN'T GET OUT!
My mind is filled with doubt.
What is this about?!
I can shout and pout,
BUT I CAN'T GET OUT!
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Sort of an experimental poem. I tried to take the theme in a more literal sense. It can have multiple meanings depending on how you look at it, but every way you'd perceive it should have the same general idea.