Lydia J. McFarland
Pandora's Box - Poem by Lydia J. McFarland
How many secrets untold,
does one treasure chest hold
in the possession of Pandora's Box?
How long does it take for an inconspicuous
being to pry at you with its deceitful
To knock and hash at your mind, To kick and
slash at your inner strength!
How long can you withstand this impulsive
Do we really harbor a conscience,
Or is it merely good versus evil?
Why, but who knows the answers untold,
except for the essence in Pandora's box.
Who has the key, to free us all from this
mortal pain and suffering?
Why, your curious mind and the soul of
Pandora's Box combined.
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