The Chest Poem by Domitri Woodbury

The Chest



Inside the hollow chest
Made secret of it's frail bearer,  
Intangible, but existent,
Sits a treasure for a mortal eternity 
Silent it remains - broken,
Yesterday's consequence,
Occupied by loneliness-
Unable to be repaired.

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