In this box,
Scruched inside,
Lyes something barely alive,
You hear knocks at the door,
Only to answer,
And have no one there,
As the knocking continues,
You are struck with bewilderment,
Little do you know,
It's my heart doing the knocking,
As the knocks grow slower,
and it's beats grow fainter,
In the box,
Locked deep inside,
Lyes my dying frail heart..
