Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems

The Box

I'm in a box,

pretty in color,

and delicate in its composition.

But its cubicle shape

has lost its luster

as it lies in a ditch;

slain by filth-

Still.

Still, its muddy presence

stimulates a beauty in progress

for underneath those filth covered nails,

lies a tale,

the tale of the box,

pretty in color

and delicate in its composition