Box of Sadness

I have a box of sadness that I keep upon a shelve, an old and tattered pretty box worn from being opened; I look inside with falling tears at all my collected sadness, in that box dwells all my pain, sorrows and tears. I put my memories inside and close the lid real tight, until I must remember, then I take the box down again; I touch it tenderly remembering and slowly open up the lid, looking inside at all my sadness- I weep for all the hurts within. __________________________ October 28, 2012 Poetry/Verse/Box of Sadness Copyright Protected, ID 10-431-307-28 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France