BOX
I want to move into a box,
A metal one that is dark and cold,
Only large enough to curl up in,
And then stay still,
It has to have a hard floor, hard walls
I want no sound to come in,
I want to live there, alone
For the rest of my life,
Drop this superficial world
Like a hot knife,
Leave behind, all the lies and deceptions,
The half-truths and the frauds,
And only find solace in myself,
And when into the box I am settled,
I ask that it be thrown off a ship into
The ocean where I can find my final peace.

Mandy, your box is giving me wood!

Mandy, your box is giving me wood!