My Own Little Box - Poem

My Own Little Box

I am trapped inside

This small wooden box

It's covered in chains

And bolted with locks

It's cold and lonely

I'm running out of air

I scream out for help

In my darkness and despair

My nails are split

Way down to the skin

As I scratch to get out

Away from my sin

People pass by me

Without looking my way

I ask them to help

And I beg them to stay

"Save me!" I scream

"I cannot get out!"

But the box stops my words

They can't hear my shout

Do not leave

My naked soul here

To be tormented by demons

To be haunted by fear

Oh, God! Someone come help

Please set me free

Or at least make a hole

So I can look out and see

Let me see the man

Who has locked me inside

Who has stolen my gift

And has beaten my pride

There's a crack in that board!

And my eyes find its light

To look for my murderer

But there's no one in sight

I only gaze at a mirror

Sitting alone on a shelf

I look at my captor

As I stare at myself