Stop! Watch! Turn on the light.
It’s got to be so fun.
No – please – Don’t leave me!
I’ll be the only one.

Someone locked me in here years ago,
And left me here to cry.
I’ve tried to scream for help,
But people just walk on by.
‘
‘You could at least leave some air,
I’ve been dying to have a breath.
Lying in this box so long
Is going to cause my death.

I want to play a little game
And live a little life.
But no one lets me out of here,
So I lose again to the knife.

They cramp my every aching muscle,
And suffocate my dreams.
I wish there were a way to escape,
But the thread has ripped its seams.

6-14-1993 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire