Boxed
I've secured my box of empty thought,
concealed it auspiciously below,
so I may attain what I have sought;
there beneath paint and attire bought;
in an impervious frigid floe,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
I dare not oppose this ailment caught;
these unsure stitches I'll again sew,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it's done, I've shaped to what's been taught;
emptiness ensues, because, now know,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
Truth be divulged, I have never fought,
or attempted to expel my foe,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it still creeps forth, held breath, most hot,
taunting and slipping further, but - no!
I've secured my box of empty thought
so I may attain what I have sought.
Copyright © Kaley Burke | Year Posted 2008
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