• I am a black square box,
    trapped in storage room abyss.

    I'm constantly surrounded by the dark
    and occasionally an evil "hiss"!

    I remember the brighter day's
    When I was a majestic apple tree
    and the wind made my branch's wave.

    I have not forgotten the faces
    that planned to destroy me over there chicken and rice lunch break.

    I used to be excited about the transformation.
    We were going to go everywhere and see time square.

    I always thought I was smart
    and that the trip was only temporary.

    I was foolish to believe that and I have not forgotten the black blazer
    or the route that has sentenced me here.

    I have been here for an immeasurable amount of time
    and I have watched 21 days pass in the blink of an eye.

    I am not the only one here though.
    There are other box's here too. Each filled with spiders and sorrow.

    I have come to realize not all of us have led fabulous lives.
    A lot of us have been ripped , torn, and thrown around
    while our faces have been buried into the ground.
    Some of us have even been so lucky
    and been visited by a few care less puppies.

    I have slowly come to befriend my neighbor
    who up till now has lead an amazing life.
    He was once the container for an alto-saxophone
    but soon after was thrown into the trash
    and had to leave home.

    I have at least one thing to comfort me in all this pain and madness.
    I am not alone. In the end were all the same.
    We have come together to stand by each other in this dingy shelf
    and together we cry.