Back in the Box

i fell through the floor, into the familiar walls
of the square prison
they keep me in
when they don't know what to do with me.

square isolation.

there are exits. an endless amount of them.
i'm swimming in drying concrete.
just dry enough
to keep me from moving
at a reasonable speed.
though it never really dries.

but it's an effort
just to keep my head up.

at least i'm alone.
at least the screaming stopped.

the worst part of being in this box
is i know exactly which door he's behind.
but it's locked.

he's only one doorway away.
i linger by his exit, but i can't enter.
i just listen to the sound of his voice.
soft, melancholic.

oh, if i could just bust through that door.
i would kick it in. i would reclaim what's mine.

but i can't. the door is locked.
padlocked.

we're so close in this box
and you don't even know.