Locked away in a box
A box with no human contact
The type of human contact
I connect with in a different way
And if I leave I could die
But being stuck in the same place
Where days pass by slow
But a part of me already died
Nothing new
Nothing exciting
Nowhere for my passion and motivation to be found
It's just a silent box where I’m forced to think
About the past, the future
And the forever feeling of loneliness
It doesn't matter how many people claim to be in my corner
To claim and actions are two different things
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Author:
Míchel Lex (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2021 22:41
- Category: Sad
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Good write M.
It's easy to say, but we have to take a step to start with, out of the 'box'. We may not feel like doing so at times.
those last two last lines are very poignant
indeed, there's a lifeline - of difference
between, what people claim
and what tangible results, their claims yield!
and yet,
even our fury in others flagrant fallacy
is a utility, we an weaponise
to weave together, our own tethers
and maybe someday, they'll be enough
of a rope, to cling - to
when all else, has failed...
'fight, the good fight
leave no room for futile, regret!'
all I have are empty words and hopeful wishes
though pitiful, their still imbued with enough sincerity
to help tighten those tethers, you someday may cultivate!
(thank you! for choosing to share
these words - too
is a choice you're making: to fight...)
and no one! can ask anymore of you than that
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