This box is so small,
I cannot move.
These walls just keep getting smaller.
The more my anger grows
The less space I have to move,
The less air to breathe,
The less light to see.
This box is just too small.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice I understand the lives box closing on you. Poetry is really the best way to let bad feelings go away. keep on writting and I will keep reading :) 1O