the boxes…
the boxes…
As I’m Staring into the ocean deep
My fingers holding on with a tight grip
Fighting the burdensome weight on my feet
Sharp, Jagged, ends snagging clothes causing rips
The Fragile wood was starting to give out
The ropes were scratching and pulling my feet
All I wanted to do was scream and shout
I was feeling like no one could hear me
My hands were like claws crawling rapidly
I was feeling the un-bearing pressure
I began to let go…slowly…falling
Stopping all the yelling and the lectures
I descended into the ocean deep
Now there is no more weight on my feet
© Ravin Martin 2016