A Box.

I’m sitting....sitting in a box.

Not just any box.

A black box.

 A small black box.

A small black box with no holes or windows.

I'm just sitting.

Not trying to crawl out or escape at all.

 I just sit and stare in darkness.

This box seems maybe to be my savior or hell.

Maybe my house or jail cell.

This box is hidden I know that much.

Hidden where I don't know myself.

It might be underground or just around the corner.

It might just be a fragment of swirled thoughts.

 But it's there for my entrance only.

It's my box.

Can't no one enter and I can't leave.

 It's a small black box with no holes or windows.

 Just me.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i like this very much! it kinda reminds me of a song by Milla Jojovich from "the divine comedy" but this is more earthy and real... very , very nice...

This box seems maybe to be my savior or hell.
Maybe my house or jail cell.

such enjoyable lines, enjoyed the read.