Pandoras Box
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The search for a smile, all the day through.
Secret searchlight please show me,
one warm face among all the cold.
For it would be worth more than any treasure on earth.
Curiosity killed the cat -
Pandora would know.
A box or a jar,
Filled with things from below.
When told not to open,
She couldn’t hold back.
Then she released all the evils
She laid the boxes with their corners
Flush with plaster over top; a faux brick finish
And she knows nothing is yet finished
The saline in tears can turn cheap plaster to mud
a cube of wood
hinged at the top
holding the morals
our society forgot
she held it close
and didn’t let go
marveled and wondered
its contents unknown
With the darkness around me I am lost.
I am no longer near my home.
I hear the waves crashing against the shore just like the waves of my anxiety smothering any light left inside me.
I fell so contained by this darkness.
