The Black Box

A blackened pit that held no true substance,
Clasped me in obscurity.
Its cold severed my mind into strands of memories,
And every piece and every part,
Were structured to keep me here tonight.

Yet when I did fabricate a non-existent warmth,
I urged myself to leave.
But its false existence
Never pulled me through the door.

How brittle life became,
How cumbersome the feathers of my thoughts grew,
-And suddenly my mind was broken.
Broken enough to seize the colours of this Earth
and hide them from my dull eyes.

And yet I still wonder,
why it was so easy,
to lock myself in.