Trapped

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They locked me in a wooden box 

I fought and screamed and cried for my dear life 

But in the midst of all the chaos, my life had been forgot 

I held my knees as I cried alone, waiting for my savior to aid my escape 

As weeks went by no one came, until one day I should have been saved

Someone unlocked the box with hope of finding me there

All they found was a body floating in a box full of tears

I had cried myself to sleep and never once did the tears halt 

Even as the box filled up and all the air was gone

I simply drowned in a wooden box filled with my own tears

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