My Empty Box

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a little poem on my lack of love in my life.

Submitted: June 25, 2008

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Submitted: June 25, 2008

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My Box

I huddle in the corner of my basement
Sifting through a box filled with emptiness that is my sorrow
Memories that used to mean something stain like oil
The light swings back and forth above me
Entangled in a timeless battle of will
Twilight and Sol
Darkness encumbers the light slipping through
This corner is riddled with cob webs
All lies that lead to questions left unanswered
This spotlight shines on me I am the star of spite
I’ll be your narrator tonight
Welcome to sorrow
Enjoy the show
Marrow brings a smile
Malicious is the intent behind my eyes
Entwined we become souls growing bolder as one
I’m a fan of sin
My world always seems to be colder
When does wind win well deserved worship
Power held within thy hand
Explodes exuberantly instilled with defiance
Power held within thy heart
Spreads corrosive acid through your veins
A mat with welcome from a box that is cut untreatably deep
How hearts welcome lonely lovers
Circulating baneful ideologies of endearment
Coursing infestations of your veins
Emotions spiral down this grate filled world
Is it wrong that now I’m vane
Water licks my face
Is this a taste of sorrow
This is a smile that is real
Glass is not a mirror
I look at myself through glass
This mirror it is a dictator of my misinterpretation
Hooked
Set free
Lines
Know me
Mistakes
Make me
My box
Many lies
My smile
My disguise
My deception
In a mirror I see
Living without love
Leaves me Lonely.


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