Getting Over Agoraphobia

Here I lay oozing out of my box… …having fallen from the assembly line. I feel cool air infecting my box. My fortress of individuality crushed. I see other boxes and hear their joyous song as they ride above. On the floor I still hear those moans of pain. The moans grow louder. louder. Louder. Louder! So, I sit inside my box dreaming, regretting and wishing. Inside my box I feel cold, scared and ashamed. No longer scared of them… But ashamed of what I’ve become. Here I lay oozing from my box having missed my assertion… …awaiting my destruction. By Robb A. Kopp