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The Box - a Poem
A shocking, unexpected find in question
Trickling down the tracks of my spine;
I find a box, but calm to be angered
Towards the fiery beating of an angry drum.
Calm turned bitter cold; disagreeing on 'her' box of junk
"It’s garbage" she once claimed;
To another was for keeps and so it seemed
Rummaging, damaging, I’m asking, “Why?”
Tears from your eyes killing me by inches
But she has told you once; she didn't care.
It is in our home, a home we share
The inflicting box should be nowhere near.
An abstruse moment of insanity
The stabbing of my heart, tearing me apart
Your burning love for me where did it go?
You cried for the things that are long overdue.
I have to destroy, ruin into pieces; that's all I care
Dispose in darkness somewhere out there;
"I can't forgive you for this" is what you said
Remember that ‘forgiveness’, I have bargained not.
Purple markings, discoloration from force
T’was no flower power pushing me down;
I was pained you know, but I didn't mind
Loving you is a feeling too overwhelming inside.
I feel no regrets to the find that led me to
I feel no remorse to the damage done;
I have authority for it, serves justice to one
Should not been in our house we both live in.
Remorseful shame, soft breaths whispers exchanged
Acceptance in silence and so, time will heal;
Embraces, kisses, the gentle touch of your hand
Seem not sufficing dismantled hearts of two.
My tears were like burning raindrops
The unwelcoming dispute had me aching;
We had a great, matchless start to begin
One discovered box got us both in vain.
I love you, sweetheart, you know it's true
The struggles I’ve been, only you see it through;
I don't know where our future channels
Be it a dark forest, be it an ocean, or atop a rainbow bridge.
Together, let’s spread the rays of gleaming gold
The love we cared, let's keep it always aglow;
Let trust blaze in tranquility every single day,
For mutuality we’re blessed, not wasted away.
≈♥≈ ©coffeegginmyrice 08.17.2012