It begins with a toybox
So small, and yet so vast
Possibilities are endless
Until aside, is it cast
Then came plain boxes
Full of all my stuff
Unpacked and repacked
As the going got rough
Next was a big box
Full of unsaid words and tears
A sandbox for my father
A realization of my deepest fears
After that was a little box
Inside, a promise to me
To spend our life together
My love as his only fee
The box after that
Held a life I helped create
But sadly, it was not for long
To bury her was my fate
The boxes that followed
Full of papers and regret
A seperation of two people
Was not something I could forget.
Cylinder boxes became more frequent
Told they'd open happiness' door
But after years and years of taking them
I could take it no more
So I took the whole box of the happiness
In my hand, as many as I could fit
I threw back my head in one big gulp
And hoped that was the end of it
Yet, I awoke in a blinding white box with doctors
I was alone once again
Wishing I could go back
To where it all began
It began with a toybox
So small, and yet so vast
Possibilities were endless
Until aside, it was cast
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Boxes And Aeroplanes
PoetryA collection of poems. Some, I poured my heart into. Others, not so much. The best part is, you'd never guess which is which.