My room, six faces <br />I scream at each, and every one <br />For they contain me against my will <br />And I'd rather die than be trapped <br />So I run to the door and flee <br /> <br />The sun burns <br />I cry out in pain <br />but follow through with my escape <br /> <br />The harshness of this world <br />It only shows itself more clearly <br /> <br />I scream as I am abashed with the noises <br />The screech of the ambulances <br />The pervasive police siren <br /> <br />I wrinkle my nose at the smells <br />The sadness <br />The death <br />The pollution <br /> <br />I scream and wish upon the Gods that i were back in my cube<br /><br />Viktoria Lilith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cube-2/
