By Allison Parssi

We are boxed in,
Boxed in a house
Where we can’t communicate with the outside world,
Where we can’t think of anything to do.

There are only walls,
Except for to small windows.
Walls keep creative thoughts out,
But the windows,
The windows let in the little bit of life we need to survive this place.

We are mice in a maze
Trying to find the cheese.
We pace back and forth,
Back and forth…

There is nothing to do,
Nowhere to go,
No one to see.
We long to connect with someone other than ourselves.

So we sit,
In this box,
Trapped,
For what seems like an eternity.