You have put me
into a box!
If I ask for box
to be bigger
because it is
hard to breathe-
You make cage smaller
I must remember
to not ask at all
so what do I do
with my wants and wishes?
… anyway cage
gets tighter
and you move it
far away from me.
My cries are getting hurt
which easily makes you
Back away more
until I need
a telescope to see you.
You have become
a wooden miniature
faceless man
who is spitting out
in many directions
All tossing sand dunes
in my face
and into my eyes
so I have no choice
Then to bury light shut
and back off.
I would talk to you
pretend
carefully picking words
that will not repel you.