Can you see me
over here
in my little box?
I know it’s dark,
but if you squint,
and tilt your head,
and call my name-
I’m sure you’ll see.

Can you hear me
through the boards
of my little box?
I know they’re thick,
but if you knock,
and pry the wood,
and train your ear,
I’m sure you’ll hear.

Can’t you see me
flailing
in my little box?
I’m trapped, you see,
and there’s no
air here to breathe.
Why can’t you
see me?

Can’t you hear me
screaming
in my little box?
I’m scared, you see,
and my voice
is drowned in the dark.
Why can’t you
hear me?