Inside The Box Poem by David Thomas

No words however great,
however beautiful arranged
from the greatest syllable to the smallest period
from the first to the last
no patterns nor trick nor rhymes nor tilts
no complications nor stipulations
will ever make this pain lessen,
i suppose it was forlorn
merely did i bring it to front
the eyes can only see so much
the ears can only hear what's near
tighter clenched yet the sense of touch
the nose may smell what the rest cannot
but shall it never taste it from a distance,
there is but one thing and one thing only-
any way you spin it-
that i wish to do in this life what's yet
and that my fellow human beings,
despite mistake choice vanity and humanity,
is feel her precious lips on mine just one...
one last time.
this realm hath captured me feet steady,
head in a reel body of the darkest floor
imagination may not float freely
while tied to the concrete bricks of
a self condemned fool.