A glass box
A cube;
Seven faces.
Six of the cube,
One peering out
Cut off from the world
Mocked by mimes
Heart longing to be free
Eyes seeing the world through transparent walls
Voice calls out but is blocked
And silenced
Sounds from without penitrate within
They are foreign and not understood
Yet strangely comforting
A gasp for breath
Suffication

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