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It Belongs to Me

by  Catherine1956

Posted: Monday, August 29, 2005
Word Count: 143




THE ICE BOX

Alone in my ice box, looking inward
People staring at me
They simply do not understand

I am cold and lonely, I am in hiding
There is no exit, no doors, no windows
Nothing, just me in my nothingness

I feel safe in my Ice Box
I feel protected from judgments
I feel protected from the world

They sometimes push the Ice Box
From one place to an other
Though I am untouchable

Nobody can take me out of it
I am finally safe, alone and dead
My Ice Box is my coffin

My coffin has become my house
House where I do not have to do anymore
My safe house at last

I am happy dead, no more pain, no more worries
No more demons, they cannot enter the Ice Box
I am free at last
I am happy!