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Boxes and Crates

I have felt the rain
I have bared witness to such horrendous pain
I have died a few times over
I have hidden inside a smile

The fresh scent of morning dew
A sea faring fog, coming for a landing
As I travel back to childhood days
Where meadows and the sea were paradise

Now in the dark of night
In the dank basement of my life
I have become the carpenter
With hammer and saw, I build a crate

Then I craft a box of lead to lay inside
Then still, I mold a box of silver
To lay inside the lead box
Upon which I make one more box still

Crafted of pure gold
Artfully engraving my life on the sides
I have toiled for years
Creating these fine boxes and wooden crate

Now comes the most difficult task of all
Scalpel in hand, I cut out my beating heart
I lay it softly in the golden box
I seal each box one inside the other, until I seal the wooden crate

The box of my heart has turned crimson red
My blood the final artwork on my finely crafted piece
With my last breath I fall upon the crate, quite fully dead
My heart now protected, from all of romances arrows














Poison arrows fall and black roses cry

Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Kelly Deschler Date: 5/10/2015 2:38:00 PM Death may be less painful than living with a broken heart... I truly enjoyed this deeply moving piece. Beautifully penned, Arthur! Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/10/2015 9:03:00 PM Thanks Kelly! hugs

Connie Marcum Wong Date: 5/10/2015 2:00:00 AM I am seeing stars! An in depth view that conveys the tenderness of your heart! Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/10/2015 9:03:00 PM You are so kind Connie thank you!!!!

Poesy Relish Date: 5/10/2015 12:30:00 AM Oh it pricks and my heart cries for you... such profound words dear friend...hopefully with time let the fire in you douse and melt those boxes... for then you can posess your heart again and create new memories... #7.. nad Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/10/2015 9:02:00 PM Thank you Poesy Relish, once a heart dies, is gone :(

Casarah Nance Date: 5/8/2015 9:19:00 PM I do like the title you have on it now. I really do like the ending as well. -Quite fully dead-it reminds me of the wizard of oz actually when the house fell on the witch and the munchkins were singing. Your writing takes my head in so many places that I'm sure were unintentional, you drop a pill of a write and let your words dissolve in so many directions. That's what I get out of reading you. Hugs Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/10/2015 9:06:00 PM Thank you sweety! xxx

Kp Nunez Date: 5/8/2015 11:31:00 AM Is that so...the two options being boxes OR crates? Login to Reply

Kp Nunez Date: 5/8/2015 11:03:00 AM I like the current title better than the two options you've given. You're so fascinated with the idea of your heart locked in a box. Thought provoking... and sad. Hugs! Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/8/2015 11:12:00 AM Well I know it seems 2 options, but the last line is actually part of the poem! :)

Charmaine Chircop Date: 5/8/2015 4:55:00 AM I like boxes and crates as a title Login to Reply

Charmaine Chircop Date: 5/8/2015 4:53:00 AM Death only can take away the heartache of a painful romance.That is so tragic and sad.You write pain so well dear friend...as if you tasted all its sourness. Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/8/2015 11:12:00 AM Thank you Charmaine :)

Jan Allison Date: 5/8/2015 1:53:00 AM A deep write my friend - leave your heart where it is and Throw the blinking box away Arthur!:-( Hugs Jan xx Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/8/2015 11:11:00 AM Thanks Jan, too late, I am heartless :(

Miriam Cohen Date: 5/7/2015 11:00:00 PM The poem reminds me of Davy Jones :) You better keep the box carefully then. Love this! Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 5/8/2015 11:10:00 AM Thank you so much Miriam!