Out of the box

 

Of late I have been thinking of time,

not like clocks,

but more like great mystic lakes.

Droplets of spray

throwing up great mountainous moments,

whilst the normal days

just shimmer away,

peacefully.

Well, someone has just dropped

a great big fucking rock

right bang in the middle of this lake.

It's all gone wrong.

I try to find different ways

to view the world.

To see it through new eyes.

Of late I have been thinking of time,

not like clocks,

I need to start thinking

outside of the box.

 

Nothing makes sense.

I was just walking

when all went dark.

Vision blurred, my head hurt

down scrabbling in the dirt.

Now cramped

confined in place,

smells of dirt, mud and earth.

I feel pressure behind the eyes.

My breathing is getting harder

by the hour,

and the dusty air tastes

bitter and sour.

 

Thinking out of the box,

I see only blackness ahead.

Nothing is there,

just darkness and dread

as far as I can see.

I feel a dead weight on me.

The dead wait for me.

I can hear then calling me,

beckoning.

I've reached that

point of reckoning.

My chest is leaden.

 

Thinking outside of the box.

Fingers feel their way around.

It dawns. I'm in a coffin underground.

My chest begins to pound.

I think of all that I leave behind.

All the material goods,

nothing, just worthless trinkets.

The things I'll truly miss, the moments

where if you blinked, you'd miss it,

Love and kisses, the girl in my dreams,

beauty in fragments of memory.

The stories as yet untold,

all things I hold so close.

Then it clicks.

An article I perused recently.

You can escape with a few kicks.

As long as you breathe deep,

let the dirt navigate

into the space you vacate.

I breathe

deep.

It's time to think outside of the box

and leave.

 

I kick the lid,

a trickle of dirt around my feet,

I smash the sides, I sit upright,

already my lungs feel less tight.

As the mud shifts into my grave,

I claw at the ground above,

I see the light I crave

and I can breathe clean air.

I'm outside the box,

dreaming of another day,

the girl with flowing hair,

as the ripples on the lake

start to dissipate

and shimmer down.

I think about the future

and how I'm still around

and my frown

turns upside down

into a smile.

  

 

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