The Bewitching Box
Scrolling through my news feed, memories surround me. Too bad their not my own.
We can live vicariously. No need to leave this room see, I have a box that thrills me.
It shines right through my soul
Alone, but not isolated.
Simply self incarcerated.
This box is my warden; it bewitched me to my throne .
We can live vicariously. No need to leave this room see, I have a box that thrills me.
It shines right through my soul
Alone, but not isolated.
Simply self incarcerated.
This box is my warden; it bewitched me to my throne .
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Written after I spent a whole day in my basement, scrolling through Facebook, Instagram, Youtube, news sites, and email.