New Poem - The Box

The Box

A ceiling of stars,
just part of the box.
Creating this state,
kept in time to clocks.

Mine own's out of sync,
second hand spins ahead.
Then again back and stops,
remembering all done and said.

It tortures and pains,
brings fists full of rage.
I dream of screaming,
but can't in this cage.

Escape the box,
escape the trap.
Bottle the hurt,
then twist on a cap.

Fly through the air,
down to the ground,
Then hear the silence.
Sleep ever so sound.

So... Any thoughts/tips? It'd be appreciated guys. Thanks :) x