Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.20

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

It never left, the stale odour of grief that tortures me
That wrapped its fingers around my throat, never letting free
It pressed until my last breath was spent, my life slipping by
Trying to release the pressure, not knowing the reason why

I delve deep in my pockets, searching vainly for the key.
Box of opportunities that presents itself to me
My mind is now free falling, from the secrets held within.
Of what my future holds for me and things that could have been

It's tempting me like a siren, luring me to my fate.
All the unanswered questions that my thoughts would generate
Teasing me with its contents, all the dreams I once held dear
Without the key, I am lost, my body is racked with fear,

Because knowledge is my suitor, my mind will never rest.
Until I know the secrets that I know must be addressed
I am now wondering about where I will go from here.
I'm in perpetual limbo, sleepwalking through each year

If I open up the box, what mysteries will I find?
So let me locate the key, so I will not left behind.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required