Mystery Box

In my basement I have a tiny box 
All of its contents are guarded with several little locks 
The keys are trapped inside this wooden space 
For all of what is within will be left without a trace 
Is it a mystery of pastimes I have left behind 
Or a place full of emptiness just to tease the blind 

I have a hidden secret which dwell inside 
A withered heap of memories I have chosen to leave aside 
Who will discover it; who will unlock my past 
If you don't hurry up things will disappear increasingly fast 
The secret belongs to me for I know the visions to see 
Should I tempt my mind or just leave it be 

Aren't you curious just to see what lies within 
Is this a box of treasury or just a box of sin 
Take a little time to gander at its contemptible being 
A box that may or may not have any significant meaning 
A container of woe which has scarred me for life 
This is just a box that can be opened in rife 

A drift away for my meaningless days 
A memory locked inside; a secret which just decays 
Once again the keys are trapped; you must break the box 
Try to break in like a cheeky, coy fox 
Once you have gained access be careful of what you find 
Once you know the secret it may just blow your mind

Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017

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