Dreams & Delusions…

Just a Box

It was  a long time ago,
When you found
That weathered black box
Sinking in the sand.
You almost stepped on it,
Your toes brushed against
Cool metal,
Pitted, worn, and strange.
It was twisted and still somehow whole.
It looked battered,
It had been beaten
By the waves, sand, and wind.
You took it home,
Placed it on the shelf,
And stared at it…
“What is it?”

You eventually forgot.
Your beach treasure sat on the shelf.
You lived your life.
You struggled, fought, and bled.
You cried alone.
You were alone.
You longed for comfort, for love…

One night, something woke you.
There was a bright, strange light in your room.
It was blinding.
The boxes edges burst,
And as the light flooded the room,
It died.

The box was gone,
But, you were not alone.
You were in the dark,
But, you had seen the brightest light.
One hopeless night…
This love came to mold you,
My heart came to hold you…

…But, what do I know?
I’m just a box.


2 responses

  1. Widow Beach

    Wow, this was stunning, captivating.

    March 4, 2014 at 12:22 am

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