Lonelier in Company

this small coffin of isolation recycles
my every breath into air as fresh
as that found in an open meadow in early spring
yet it is darker than nothingness itself, and
my movement is restricted by the coffin walls
that hide me away, craving light i break free
and dig my way to the surface of a planet
inhabited by people that claim to be friendly;
their stares become my new walls and
their lungs siphone each breath from my own
i need to crawl back into my box,
least i might be able to breathe once more.