Keeping The Lid On (Poetry)

I’m packing up my little life
I’m boxing all my dreams
shelving every hope I had
I’ve filed away those schemes

ambitions once imagined grand
yet possible somehow
before pain killed all energy
and sorrow creased my brow

My body’s locked its airtight lid
on every shiny plan
I’ve lost the only maps I had
I’m back where I began

Left helpless as a newborn babe
this cage of flesh and bone
has trapped all thought to pool like blood
congealing cold as stone

Not much to do but cram more words
to fill each minute’s space
as days slip by and keep dark lines
from showing on my face