Damn Metaphorical Box Metaphors

Damn Metaphorical Box Metaphors


Trapped in a metaphorical box
is worse than the mime that made it
but it's not imaginary
nor is the claustrophobia it creates
of it's lack of support
or crushing walls of being able to see an outside world
that one cannot touch with invisible bounds.


Walls made with time and change
and hands that press up and brush against them 
to finally see what was forming around
and colliding and expanding
and coming in again
to press on the face and make you face
the lack of support
the bottom of the box has.


Bottomless box
of walls that we support ourselves with
holding ourselves up and losing strength
and faith
that maybe the bottom is the escape in the safety of what the box keeps us from.


Deception and inception of the thoughts you've given
how I hate the indecision and the decisions we can't make in political correctness.


If I had it my way
it would be a bandaid
ripped off and tossed away
and now onto another 
but the transition could be a long time 
before finding the new crutch.


I'm too young to be trapped
in something going nowhere and just for money
when I should be growing and learning.


I won't go down in flames or dramatics.


Just a small letter
and a leap somewhere else.


A leap anywhere.


Even down.


To the bottom that will eventually be there.


Because bottoms are never bottomless in these boxes
and to end is to begin again or so they've said.


So they've said.


But they've said that before
and I'm around in circles again.


Box,
I'm seeing past you.


I'm seeing nail and grain.


And I'm escaping.
I'm slowly leaving.
I'm creeping out so you won't notice.
But I do.
And you will soon.
When you need another.
And you realize you forced me out.
Oh I don't get paid enough for this.


-Matthew Koutzun