Inside The Box Poem by Tate Blackman

How can man say they know me
When silently behind chipped waterfalls with cracked ribs I break boxes
I break through coloring book lines
But when man turns castle in the air smiles toward lenient young women
I break, like chipped stardust away from wishful thinking
Into fallen comets draped into frog lakes
Society changes, morphs towards upside down umbrellas
Even the most beautiful of creatures has a shadow
And when hope is given to man
When zig zags are drawn into broken hands
It is dropped
Harshly handed down to cold dirt ground