Norman Posted August 27, 2008 Report Share Posted August 27, 2008 Boxes line the single wall, Compartments of the soul, Dividing up my endless thoughts That tease and torment my mind. Doors to memories buried deep Lids that chaos contain Fragile gifts I seek to keep And the thoughts that are my bane. One single box adorns the floor, At once both new and old, Treasure more than my worth Lies scattered all around Into the single box I hide, The last fragments of me, And in the dust I now reside Beside the closed eternity. No place but centered in my room No place it can be hid But closed and locked it remains Memories whispered through the lid. Boxes line the single wall Compartments of the soul And now I light and burn them down This single one now my all. -Norman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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