Cardboard Walls

I’m trapped in a cardboard box
I can’t breathe and I can’t see
Too small for me.
Hence encased in a flimsy brown coffin.
What to do in my vacuum world?
With my knees against my chest it’s nigh impossible to rest.
You can take a break if you please
No escape for me.
So I wait… and I wait, for a tiny air hole or two
To be poked into my box.
You, hug me, you.