the box
what is in it?
it's a strange looking thing
sitting their all alone
on the fallen satin sheet
what does it look like?
the large mystical body
it's gold framing
gleaming in the moonlight
what does it feel like?
the cold phenomenon
burning against my hands
as the hard surface meets my fingertips
does it make a sound?
the silence coming from the gizmo
is slowly reaching out
even if i shake it , it's silent
what's inside it?
as i slowly lift the lid of the box
i am shocked , shocked beyond belief
there was nothing
5/5/2015
Published in Rennie Grove Hospice Care Rhyme and Reason 2017
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
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