Glass

[Todd]

Hi Josh,

This is a fun little mystery of a poem. I think the house is less important than the noise. I think you may want the noise to start and end the poem. Suggestion for the opening:

theres a tiny glass box that never makes a sound
in a giant glass house where no one can be found

For the ending:

the noise that can break you

Make you/break you is a cliche. Break you though is what happens to glass. I imagine a struck tuning fork like noise within the box.

This has a lot of potential.

Best,

Todd

theres a giant glass house where no one can be found
theres a tiny glass box that never makes a sound
theres a world inside that box
the world inside your mind
the box shows everything that you could never say
everything that you always thought
the box never laughs, never lies
the box is all your hopes, all you fought for
in the middle of the box is a tiny noise
a noise that no one can hear
a noise that can change a soul
the noise that can make you or break you
the voice that was never heard
theres a tiny glass box that holds all of this
theres a giant glass house that traps it