A fever dream
Is what to call a reality unable to be composed
I’ll neglect your feelings for in return the safe being of mine
Not to fret for I’ll keep your brittle heart safe in Pandora’s box locked in my attic
Not to be seen.
Not to be handled by another.
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Author:
Kana (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2022 20:51
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
(enjoyed your compendious wording
of such a complex, topic
and you maximised
that Pandora box, imagery
to full effect..
thanks for sharing and inspiring
my little scribbled reply)
sadly, in this brutal word
where ill-fate
can diagnose, you with awareness
yet seemingly grant
an entire planet with, wilful obliviousness
there's nowhere we can hide that box
safe enough
to insure the worst, won't come for us
at our weakest or most vulnerable, moment..
our only real choice, is to find a way
to add layers
to our exterior, to insure
we at least get a chance
to withstand the onslaught of strife
that will, inevitably
come our away, eventually...
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