Please

• 03/19/2006
• One-minute read

I walk around in circles.
I’m trapped inside a box,
of which I can’t get out.

I punch the wall but it doesn’t break.
What a waste I say to myself.
When I break something,
I want it to be broken.

Am I broken?
What can help me?
I know who gives all hope.

But somebody, please.
You know what I mean.
Somebody, wake me.
Somebody, shake me.
All I ask is, please, please, don’t drop me.