Poems ✍️

  28.05.2026
  13


Nisha Dyrene

The Box

I am sitting in a box
With reinforced corners
And I am not getting out
I have hibernated with my bad handwriting
I am hiding from the world
Avoiding god
Avoiding conflict
I am wallowing in self pity
The luxury of everyman
Escaping with endorphins
But am I happy?

Today I found out
That a very sad person still lives inside of me
Crying for God
While I pretend not to care.




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