I know my sealing well
A canvas can’t you tell
Four sides inside my box
A square with broken locks
I’ve seen you many times
Pictured song and rhyme
Across your canvas white
Splattering images in my mind
Will I always live inside
This box in which i hide
Two sides to every ceiling
Me away from the sky
Trite and rendered boring
Projections , cacophony, and yearning
Bored of these four walls
But scared to lose it all
What is in the dark
In the woods when its dark
When you lose your way when its dark
Do you find the light?
And its still just me and the ceiling
Fantasizing about a place where I’m feeling
Better
Just how I’m feeling atm. Not a particularly good poem, but a good representation of how I’m thinking