Sitting in a box <br />Watching my sanity sink beneath rocks <br />While breathing in toxic air <br />With a crystalline stare <br />At everything lost- <br />Thoughts of how much it cost. <br /> <br />I told them to go, <br />To leave me dead to the world in the snow <br />Of this winter unending <br />For their laughter was rending <br />My heart to the grave- <br />With no pieces to save... <br /> <br />And now I rue <br />All the things that I said to them and to you <br />Because nothing's here <br />But my imperfect fear... <br />It's my fault I'm alone; <br />I need saving...and home.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recluse-4/
