Black Boxed Poem by Madrason .

Black Boxed



I feel myself yearning
in a turning wheel
I feel the burning
as if I'm trapped
in my own damn
circle, returning
to my yawning sky
my unblue why
my desolate shy
inside my box
my iconic tempera
long lost besieged
Pandora!

Black Boxed
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Madrason .

Madrason .

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