Anonymous
Trapped in a box of a psycadelic nightmare
Four corners do not leave space for imagination
White walls, mattress so soft
Chains forbid travel
Lacking of creativity
A white wonderland
Cracks of light, seep in through hidden windows, shaded doors
Oh dreary box, sealed, packaged
Shipped to 'Forgotten Man's Land'
Blank pages, unwritten words fill the page
Empty canvas, unseen colors make up a genius
Suffering from a harsh case of writer's block