The Hole



I got

Nineteen days

in the hole


No light,

no sound but for

My own shallow breath


Meal times separated

night and day

Until I lost track


I paced

My only bearings

Four walls


The panic took me

Like a trapped rat

I burrowed into each surface

To escape

I lost my finger nails

with my sanity


I was in a solid box



was never meant for these confines


By what I estimate

was day three

I feared

I’d gone



In the days that passed

My minds eye

Create images

Beyond daydreams

I saw

I created

a new world

Beyond this prison

Beyond bars

And locked doors


My life changed

In those days




We create this world

with our senses

Which makes

Man’s only prison

his mind.

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