Four Corner Box: a poem

I’m stuck in a

Four corner box

They forced me to come in

But won’t let me out

They open my door

And feed me slops

I’m not an animal

This needs to stop

I lie on my bunk

And listen to the time

Tick away

From my life

I have to look out a narrow window

To see the world

I’m losing my mind

Like a dog

Chasing its tail

I swear living in this box

Is a living hell.

-T.R. Evans

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