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