And then there I was
Lying, trapped in a coffin of glass
In the chaos of the world, yet alone.
There was light fluttering around
Peeping yet not penetrating through the cracks.
There were birds, chirping, the breeze whispering
And the bees singing lullabies
I saw them chase the butterflies
But I was there crated in a glass
Dying to touch a life.
People clustered around
They were smiling for sure, so did I
I couldn't hear the cries, nor the call
Yet there was a crowd filled with noise.
I yelled to be heard, I laughed to signal some more,
It was a show with frowns under the impression
Where there was benumbed loudness over the silence.
I was alive, waiting, trying to feel
I was existing somewhere unseen
They saw me chaotic and confined
Struggling with peace
In the coffin of glass
Where I was lying,
Being invisible, being obscene.