The Box

Escape.
The word permeates my thoughts
Escaping the box.

Out.
I need to get away,
To run for my life.

Claustrophobia.
Killing me with fear of everything
I almost scream.

Motionless.
Do I know what I want, really?
Do I want out?

Complacency.
I don't want to get out.
Why? I can't.

Peace.
I don't care. I like my state.
Life is good.

Boxed.
Stuck and loving it, every second,
Every minute.

Suffocating.
I don't need to breathe.
I am content.

Silent.
Happiness surrounds me in the box
I smile.

Joy.
The box is my place, my home
I am comfortable.

       -- Bem Ajani Jones-Bey    11.12.99