Five Senses Box

I know I am in that box,

A thick-walled glass box,

I can see through it but I cannot come out,

It is a little tricky,

There seems to be no opening and closing of it,

Just an invisible box from which I am looking at everyone and everything,

Trying to move more than a few inches but the space is restricting.

I am speaking,

With every word my decibels seem to be increasing,

Because they do not seem to listen,

I am confused as to whether the words are falling on their ears,

Are they listening to me or simply hearing?

I can hear and listen to all that they have to say but maybe these walls,

They are the ones holding in my agonizing screams and calls.

I can see them looking at me,

Sometimes staring with agitation,

Sometimes irritation, disregard, annoyance, doubt, confusion,

Most of the times, as if I am a criminal,

I doubt if they can see me trying to get their attention,

Sometimes banging on the walls and sometimes being highly physically aroused,

Is this going to be the ignorant space where I remain eternally housed?

I can taste too much salt,

From the tears constantly rolling down my face,

As they slowly get inside my mouth,

From the side of my lips,

And I am complaining of the detesting taste,

Some offer me different things to improve the taste,

But I don’t reach them, lying right outside the box and I lay their efforts to waste.

I can smell my fear,

That is overpowering me with each passing moment,

Fear about staying inside this place forever,

And there are many more strange smells that my claustrophobic cave has,

I am trying to ask them if they can smell it too,

But they seem to be unaffected by the suffocating smells,

The fear and the anxious smells, beyond these walls, they cannot dwell.

And I think they can touch me,

Or maybe it is just an illusion,

Because I cannot feel their touch,

And when I do, I feel it is to push me further in the box,

The touch, if any, seems cold, distant, and hurtful,

So I rather decide not to reach for it and stay in the box,

It seems to be unreal to ones outside these glass blocks.

My senses are making me insane now,

Am I really overwhelmed by all five of them here?

Is there really a box I am trapped in with excessive sensory activation?

Let me just quickly try and feel it again,      

Maybe even try to step out of it somehow,

Wait. I can feel the walls are thicker and stronger now,

My inevitable habitation, its existence, at least to myself, I can a vow.