My Box of Sadness
I have a box of sadness
that I keep upon a high shelf
an old and tattered pretty box
worn from being opened
looking inside with falling tears
I see all my collected sadness
in that box dwells my pain, grief, and sorrows
I have put my memories inside
and closed the lid real tight
until I must remember
then, I take the box down from that high shelf
touching it tenderly I remember
and slowly open up the lid
looking inside at all my sadness
I weep for all the hurts within
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March 03, 2023 (Repost and Edit)
Poetry/Free Verse/my box of sadness
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-202-03
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Submitted into the Premiere contest, STRAND PREMIER No 1194
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/05/2023
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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