Empty Box
TAG: poetryThere I was, sitting under
the luminous moonlight
Just me, myself and my struggle
with the night.
My soul was like a lost bird
in the sky,
and my mind was a sunken ship,
lost in the dark.
Then the doorbell, cutting the silence of the night
take me away from my thoughts
where I was lost.
Saw an empty box
in front of the door.
Sender was a woman.
Reminded me what to do,
things that I already knew.
I took my heart, put it in the box
and send it back…
The next day, there I was
sitting in the night.
Me, myself and my empty box.
2 Noises:
Yet another excellent poem!
Did you write this recently?
Now, I will have to write some more...hehe.
Hope you're having a pleasant one.
M.
PS..your comment made me smile...thanks
graag gedaan.
no empty box, I`m sorry ...
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