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Let me out of this box for my life is fading fast
My inabilities are incurable and yet I feel the air
Twisted arms are reaching skywards. But touching nothing that I know
Let me out of this box. For the breath I feel may be my last...
I'm walking backwards across this planet where nothing grows and loves no more
Waterfalls have stopped their tumbling. As my heart calls out to a distant shore...
These skies have become multicolored, cascading light shade all around with sound
Let me out of this box. For all I want to do is run upon this sacred ground!
My ashes are burning I'm becoming nothing but a pile of scattered cinders red with worry
Memories of my life will be distinguished like a candle in the darkest of the night
But listen to the birds sing just catch a glimpse of that jackdaw happy as a lark...
Let me out of this box. For I've decided I need some light and inside here its just too dam dark
Written 11 January 2016
By B. R. Walker
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