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Pandora's Box

I was going to write a long-winded tale, letting slip the not-so-secrets, the pebbles within my chest.

But that down-ward spiral of memories and facts, are not a part of me I walk so much no more.
I cut the electricity off, closed all the curtains and windows.
Let those halls of memories haunt themselves.

Not me.

I know that box is waiting for me. But I need life more, I need joy more,
than to open that box, not knowing how to sort through it, deal with it.

It bleeds through my functional exterior.

I gotta open that box.
Its not a question of how, but what comes after.



Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-13 at 08:16

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Well and tightly written. The last line very impactful.

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2021-02-14



I especially like "Let those halls of memories haunt themselves."
2021-02-13


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A great work a very thoughtful work a well throughout work a thought provoking work.
Ken D

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