A.M. Canja

A Box - Poem by A.M. Canja

A box,
I fill it with fears,
It dripped like blood,
From a pierced heart.

A box,
I fill it with the past,
Caged like a wild beast,
And cry like hopelessness.

A box,
I fill it with love,
Burried but still alive,
Choked but breathing.

A box,
I seal it with pain,
Memories are not comforting,
I'm laying in a coffin.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I am not familiar with the technicalities of poems, I don't call them poems, I call them lines. These lines are about a memory box.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 28, 2012

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