Box

A lonely night

he stared at the sky

made another wish

like many nights before

a little carbon boy

longing to be loved

longing to share his heart

longing to be seen

longing to make another smile

just another wish

he thought

nothing comes true

same day in, day out

trapped in this box unseen

this screen and sky

were all he could see

this hole

is all he'd ever be

invisible to the carbon eye.

This was just the carboncross he'd be dealt

a hollow boy

born to this world broke

his heart hanging on a rope

swinging in the corner

inside this box, staring outside

he knew he was dead

no longer did he care why

he would just wait to fade away

wondering if he could even

remember what it felt like to be alive

was there a point?

did any of it matter?

probably not

he touches the screen

a portal onto a world

where he'd only be digitally known

a broken star

a living fiction

a devouring beast

a crying child

a dancing shadow

what was it like to be free and wild?

he sat curling into his blanket

the floor a mess

of old things, stained with tears

he could no longer remember when

he was placed in this box

not that it mattered

it was just a different

empty box

all that ever changed was shape and size and chains

how much he'd lost before this box

soon he'd leave this one too

for a mobile prison

to see the sky

from different places

unseen

wondering why

he thought to try

he'd be in a box until the day he died

he'd lay down and close his eyes

wondering if when he left

if he could see the stars

if he could reach out to them

go mad in a last instance

as his soul released

turning to his side with a sigh

he cries himself to sleep

for now

he'd welcome the carbon dream

nightmares so cold

turning off the screen

he lay there

waiting for the shadows to take hold

to go between dead and dying

silently he wondered why he was trying

Kaloriinn, James. Mason