I've left my boxed prison.

My coffin is now barren.

The dusted satin will hold my body no longer.

The world is not what I thought though.

I was expecting the sunshine kissing tenderly on my face.

Instead it's midnight black all around.

I was expecting people to greet me with open eyes and rosy cheeks.

Instead they're all groaning with the wrinkles showing.

I was expecting birds singing the classic tunes.

Instead the birds are dead and the wind is howling.

Granted, it’s a world, but I set my expectations too high.

I cry for help when I get the strengthen

But to my displeasure,

it’s drowned out by the pain. 

I wish I was in my coffin.