In a dark room <br />I sat alone, in darkness <br />‘Till turning on a light <br />While entering <br />A dark man, wearing white <br />Brought with him <br />Into the room, now light <br />A box, the box was white <br />He opened the lid <br />It was also white inside the box <br />I crawled inside the white box <br />He closed the lid <br />I was now in the dark <br />Inside the box <br /> <br />In a room <br />I sat alone, in darkness <br />Inside a box <br />Outside I didn’t know <br />If it was light or not <br />Or if the man <br />who’d brought the white box <br />Was there, in the dark <br />Or in the light, or had gone <br />All I knew was, in the light <br />The box outside was white <br />In the light, with an open lid <br />The box inside was white <br />But it mattered not <br />With a closed lid <br />I was in the dark in the white box <br />Whether outside <br />It was dark, or light<br /><br />Cin Sweet Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-dark-13/
