Boxed The window casts grim—
A spectacle of the macabre and moribund.
Nothing outside this box I’ve hidden away in
Unveils more than an insipid luminescence.

Each time I dare to venture out—
To fool myself into believing
It has something more to offer—
I step into a void of disappointment,
And lose myself to these nocturne devices,
Whence I shan’t return.

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  1. I understand the poem. Sometime hard to find reasons to escape the safety of the box. But we must. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.


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