The Box

I sit here with my eyes closed
I can't breathe I sit here in my box.
Looking all round me left and right.
I look up at the darkness above me .
I see a little bright dot that keeps me calm.
I sit here with my thoughts behind me.
I hear that bone chilling voice. That sheds a tear or two.
I sit here and cry as this box caves in more and more
thus I can’t stand no more about to scream.
I sit here looking at the clouds that come from my mouth.
The wind blows threw me like a old soul would.
Now
set me free from this box
 that old door fly open
I stand up and cry as a bird sits on my shoulder

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Interesting. This one is different. I love how you brought the bird into the ending line in this poem. The Box... certainly interesting how wrote a box with "that old door" I like this.
In the second line you wrote "I can't breath" should be breathe.