Box

I sit here in a solid box

All alone with my thoughts

White is all I see

Nothing else except for me

No windows, No doors

Just four walls and a floor

The top might be open, I can't really tell

I tried going up there but somehow I fell

When climbing up is really down

You can't help but make a frown

But the bright side I guess would be

Soon they'll be sending someone in with me.