The Box Poem
As I prepare my body for burial
I put you all away
Hope, love, lust
I lay my body in a tomb
I do miss you
You cannot be found-hidden
Although I keep you in a box-tightly bound
You are with me-but inaccessible
I keep you in the box
Hope love and lust-forgiveness too
You have let me down so I imprison you
I hide you under my heart wrapped in anger
You are there-I hate you
Still I keep you with me
In hopes I use you again
Seal my body and heart away
Don’t forget the box
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