Little Box

There's a wooden box my mother keeps
On the edge of her old cabinet
I wonder how I'd react to what's inside
If we finally ever met

Paint's been chipped but what's still clear
Etched in the side, a faint short chime
Drawn in, I want to read
Words of wisdom, music and rhyme;

A never ending downward spiral
For whom unlocks
This little box
Revenge for the theft will be taken
You cannot write
Without sight
Let curiosity be the death of you
A reward with a price
A life will suffice

She never let me play with this toy
I never got to understand
The reason behind her strict rules
The temper behind her hurtful hand

No words could explore the pain
The terror that leached from my eyes
Part of the trap, I can write my piece
I'll tell them to be more wise;

Mother forgive me I beg you
I shouldn't be missed
I did this
Mother I plead you listen
Forget me inside
Run and hide
Mother never doubt yourself
You taught me well
But I fell
Mother the tricks are too strong
Keep this on a shelf
Save yourself