Box

New poem, just a bit short.

Stuck in a box,

Can't seem to escape.

The walls are closing in on me,

and choosing my fate.

With just a box of matches,

and a soul that burns with every move I make.

Maybe one day,

I'll lose all this pain.

Author's Note

Lemme know what you think

Reviews

[Saddam]

and a soul that burns with every move I make.
Maybe one day,
I'll lose all this pain.

So impressive dear. It is showing your Good sight for what you want. Pain, we can not get rid with it. One thing, we must enjoy that. After all that is our part of life. A very Good poetry here dear.

[EmilyBianca]

Thank you!

[Briana O'Connor]

Such vivid imagery. I love the way you portrayed the pain you feel in a unique picture. Thank you for sharing and please return the favor by reviewing one of my pieces.

[Sami Khalil]

I agree. The theme is good...Bravo......................

[EmilyBianca]

thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome!

[Stephen]

Lovely ... what a great comparison of life with match---boxes. Great. I loved the theme!

[EmilyBianca]

thank you!

[Stephen]

My Pleasure!

[StrixNebulosa]

being in pain does confine one and restrict there movement... how you added that you have a box of matches within this confinement is like a glimmer of hope though, because you hold a source of light. light is a source of reveal, as it shines upon the truth... it can give you the way out.

[EmilyBianca]

Exactly! You are really wise. :)