Box For A Lone Wolf

In a box
For a lone wolf,
I lay my thoughts
To rest,
Gone
Are the days
Of howling,
As I suppress
My feral nature.
In this small,
Confined space,
I try to make sense
Of it all,
Feeling trapped
And isolated,
As I struggle
To break the screen.
I long for the freedom,
To roam
And explore once more,
But I fear
My untamed identity,
And what it might
Drive me to do.

So I sit here
In my box,
Trapped
In my own mind,
Wondering
If I'll ever
Break free,
And leave
This confinement
To die alone.