A Little Box Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

A Little Box

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I yearn to break free
of this bittersweet prison
I call my life

Trapped in a box
Forever in this room
Desiring to be in a chest
Sturdy, dependable
A metaphor of forever

Why am I trapped
In a place like this
Is my destiny mapped
And my dream's just a wish?

Always beside a better me
Always the last thing
People see.

Just a tiny little box
No worthy of praise
And the mask starts to crack
Another scarred face.

Again the tears will fall
And still nobody see
Nobody to listen to my call
To hold my hand, to set me free.

The end will come
For me to let go
Tired of being in the dark
So-called friends who never knew:

I am me
A victim of my destiny
A shadow of my dream
Walking a path, solitary
'till death will set me free.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 08 September 2008

hang in there if you can write poem then life still beautiful, maybe boring but fueling your creative writing. very nice poem, full of passion.thanks

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