Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Box

It's so simple
So plain to see
Painted a single shade of black
From top to bottom
Side to side
Every inch
Black
She holds the top closed
Tightly closed
No one will enter
She'll never leave

In a pitch black box
She finds her refuge
Hiding herself from the world

The people pass by
And they wonder
Who's in the box?
They can hear her screaming
They can hear her crying
They can hear her mumbling
But they do nothing
Only watch to see
What will happen
A cruel reality

In a pitch black box
She finds her refuge
Hiding herself from the world

And I wonder
What happened?
Was it so terrible
That she's afraid of the world?
Does she hate the world?
Was it so shameful
That she refuses
To show her face anymore?
No one will know...

She keeps her heart close
But her secrets closer...

In a pitch black box
She finds her refuge
In a pitch black box
Hiding herself from the world
In a pitch black box
She finds her comfort
In a pitch black box
Hiding herself from the world

2 comments:

HeatherrrEloise said...

This poem reminds me of how I used to be.

I really enjoyed this.
Thank you.

Unknown said...

I like this...

Key/Legend

word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming