pristine sharp cornered brown box garnishes excitement
we rip him open with anticipation
new merchandise has been delivered!
this box is repurposed for sorting, carrying, hauling, storing
left out in the rain, the box looks sad and sorrowful
we could fold him flat and put him into our dumpster
Or we could burn him up
He has lost his usefulness
difficult to remember now what he brought in the first place
Categories:
sharp cornered, life,
Form: Free verse
In a house, in a room.
Walls surround, contain the doom.
Closing in to trap a mind.
Darkness fills to kill the light.
In a house, in a room.
Ceiling traps these painful wounds.
The box containing echoes of every scream. Of every broken promise, of every faded dream.
In a house, in a room.
You see yourself lurking in the gloom.
Behind shadows of sharp cornered walls.
The edges soften to ease the fall.
The mind craves light but cannot see past the cold dark structure of the real me.
Categories:
sharp cornered, absence, abuse, age, anxiety,
Form: Free verse