Glass Box

What I feel like right now...sort of.

A glass box surrounds you,

Encasing you,

Sealing you inside.

 

Made of fragile glass, it is not,

A see-through prison.

 

The outside world cannot touch you,

But nor can you touch it.

 

You are wrapped in a cloak of silence,

Its black folds all enveloping.

 

When you try to shriek or scream for help,

The cloak stuffs its fabric in your mouth.

Muffling your cries.

 

You cannot escape from the inside,

Your fists are bruised from trying.

 

Then someone reaches out,

Their hand goes through your glass box as if it is not there.

 

You grab their hand and pull yourself through the glass.

You are free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

What do you think Is there anything I can change/improve? I'd love reviews of any kind!