Stuck

That is an old poem Written by Aldo kraas

what am I doing

I don't even know

am I looking

am I searching

am I stuck

i feel like I am stuck in a trunk

charged for the fight

not aware of my surrounding

but awaiting the light

I am stuck in this box

as the hours pass on the clock

I wonder how much time has passed

I wonder how long this confinement will last

how do I get out

I pound on the trunk

my own cell within

my torture and my friend