Trapped
Stuck in a box of ineffectual ideality
And blissful hyperreality
Never stepping out
No room to move about
Bound by the chains of expectations
Never any admiration
Wanting to scream
Because it’s not what it seems
Don’t speak
don't even think
Or they will come
before I blink
Do not move
for they will prove
That I can be easily removed
Removed from the cycle of the box
Removed the bindings of the chains and my own thoughts
Removed from everything I’ve ever known
In this luxurious lamentable low
But once I am removed I see,
It isn’t all perfect like they want you to believe
Only a prison meant to keep me asleep
Blinded to the demons that gently creep
Below the surface they lie unseen
Until I open my eyes
Step outside
And pay no mind
To their harrowing cries
Copyright © Ryan Ham | Year Posted 2019
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