Boxed in

By their looming towers

Their encircling noise

The art of their worry

Is reborn in my soul

–

Boxed in and blameless

In their sun-blinded eyes

I grow cold below 

Breathing truth in their darkness

 –

Boxed in

Forgotten

Where my words may thrive

Drowned out,

By their rage and jubilation

–

Boxed in

Still adrift

In the mind’s dark mire

Staring past their gold spires

At the gleam of the stars