I walked to the door
Hoping a miracle to discover
Sunshine and spring
Butterflies flowers and green.
I stepped in
And the door locked me inside
As I felt the walls
It was a box I realised.
An empty black box with not a twig to uncover
Dark and gloomy
With silence of agony and terror.
I was locked!
The door had vanished,
No crack no hole…
I couldn’t see my own hands,
Empty handed and crestfallen
I was exposed to pitch dark and cold.
I screamed but no-one could hear me out
I banged the walls but not a sound escaped.
I put my arms around my body
My head hurt and my body froze.
I was lost and not a soul would know I existed
Deep under the ocean I was estranged.
I was tormented with no sleep
For it was forlorn box
And not a coffin for resting in peace.