Monday, March 3, 2014

Stowaway

Stowaway
by me(whatever)
to of monsters and men- little talks

wrapping my head around
all those lies
once again
I'm stuck in this box again, right?

there is a beast there,
waiting to eat me alive
throughout the maze
you made
to hide in.

Packed in
shoved in
crowded in
stowaway

on the ship I once sailed
far across that long-past
gaping sea.

Put your head down,
the animals that paraded the stair
sniffing,
searching you out.

Packed out
shoved out
crowded out
no one
nothing

Let us wrap your head around
all those lies
Recovering your mind from sorrow
simply to be stuck
in an old, thrown-away wrapper.

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