metal rings

Metal rings that bind your hands,
trapped in a box, with nothing more then a window
to distort the pictures of the passing reality.
Silence... a bang....
the box opens and a voice asks
"are you OK??" "Do you know what happened??"
but nothing no words can escape your lips,
your eyes don't open and your head begins flashing images at you
noise, anger, tears and pain then black
and I’m in a box with no way out.
This thought would not have occurred had this box
with shackles surrounded me.
Life can only be explored when distortion is not a factor
with no rings to bind my hands and no box to stop me