I Can't Tell the Difference Between Apathy and Acceptance

Can you
believe there
is nothing
I am writing
trying
to
get
out of
this box
this fence
this prison
this life?
Carlos says
start breathing
in time
in space
in time
in grief
in time
inside.
I feel so far
from thirst
from hunger
from tears
from life
in sentences.
My cup
runneth over,
I feel
shaken down
pressed
depressed
repressed
and the words
are running out
all over.
The wire
curls upon
itself an Uroboros 

eating my life.
Deep breaths
ripple whisper
seed slumbers in
the ground
waiting to
grow beyond
stone
steel
steal
away
the breath.
My mother
my grandmother
live from
spirit
sprouting in
rain like
tears in
earth.
shall I
live?
Imagine
what breath
feels like
inside your
own cage
like seeing
like tasting
like playing
a song
like unwinding
a poem.