A box or a small room
I don't know where I am
It's dark and gloomy but
I can see my fingers shining like neon
Guiding me how to get out of here
The air is cold and I can barely breathe
I am thirsty and starving but no one cares
Want to follow my fingers but feet in chains
This room or box getting smaller everyday
Neither can I scream nor do I hear anything
I don't know if I should sleep or wake up
Is this a nightmare or real life?
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
