So this a poem I've been working on based on this picture. Its called Christina's world stuck in a corner. I just would like to know everyone's opinion on it, although its still in its early stages 

No one to call

for I have fallen 

to distant to call

for anyone to hear

close enough to be visible

worried that no one

will come out for me

this grassy path which few follow

to this house on the edge

I scream and scream

until there's nothing left 

So I lay here panting 

waiting for my strength to return

with each breathe I take

soaking up the fresh air