The Girl In A Box

She feels captured with no air to breathe,a stretch out hand thats all she needs. Her memories faded from the isolation and closure, She's become weak but she's maintaining her composure. Her Heart's been tormented, used and abused, She's like a bomb that has lost its fuse. No fire,no thrill not even a flick, I think you'll find more life in a stick. She sits there and ignores the knock,she's known as the girl in a box. Listening to her soul as it slowly cries out,Her heart is captured and displayed like a trophy on a mount. Tears that fall from her eyes shatters like glass,leaving puddles so big it's drowning her path. She's sealed each corner and put on a lock,She's know as ( The Girl In A Box...) ©Jacaima Cooper