Davina S.

The Box

With everything in my hands,
I put it all down to open a new box.
Unable to fight temptation,
I began to search for an uncertain solution.
Inside there was something perfect,
One thing that felt it would be the only thing I needed.
At the time, the box held answers.
New feelings were more tangible than anything,
And I clung to them, as if they could be my relief.
But when the box was closed,
The security was locked away.
I was left the same as before,
Holding onto everything,
But lacking what I wanted.
I hated the box for being closed,
And making me forget about what I already had.
Even though getting back seemed right,
In the end it only brought on guilt.
It was exhilarating in a way, this feeling of wrong doing,
Of making things even. My last act of revenge, and I savored it.


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