Stuck

Poem about being stuck in a box and trying to find my way out!!

Stuck

 

The night hurts and the summer is cold

My heart stops beating and my blood becomes old

My legs stop running and my hands stop holding

Time has gone by and the bread starts molding

Where is my watch, where has the time gone

The moon disappeared; it’s the beginning of dawn

There is something missing, where did it go

I don’t see foot steps anywhere in the snow

How do I find it, I can’t even see

Somehow, I have no memory

I am in a box and it is dark as hell

I feel like I’m in an extremely small shell

I am stuck and don’t know how to get out

I have tried everything; I’ve even tried to shout

What do I have to do to get myself free

I hope this is not where I’m supposed to be

I need to figure out what is missing

Wait, I can hear something hissing

Now I can feel the air through a really small hole

To get myself free is something that I think know

I have lost something and I need to let it be

Once I have done that then I will be free

I need to remember what was once mine

When that happens I will be just fine

Now that I think about it, I know what is being missed

I miss the love that I once had and I miss being kissed

Now I let go of that love and I see an open door

This hurts but staying in this shell hurts me even more

Now that I am out of that box, I can feel my heart beat

It is hurting because I am walking alone down the street

I feel like I got hit in the chest with a puck

Its ok though because at least I am no longer stuck

Reviews

[Flo_writer]

This is good, although I felt the rhymes went in and out in one or two lines. But it's such a well written poetry and says so much the rhyme scheme hardly distracted me. Well done, a in-dept poetic take on "metaphoric claustrophobia"...for lack of a better term.

[Jessica]

wow this was really good it flows soo well and had so much emotion and imageryy!

[..R.I.P..]

This is so good. I like it.

[Nae Nae]

This was very captivating, I wasn't sure at first where it was going to lead to ... But it turned all around and just began explaining. It drew me closer and closer with every line, "I miss the love that I once had and I miss being kissed." It is pure symphony ... in the world of music that is Batoven

[Jasmin]

I actually really liked this poem.. when i read the description at first I was thinking that being stuck in a box is some weird inspiration to write about, but i read it and loved it. I love the words you used in this poem, it was good :) Thanks for sharing!

~Jasmin