A Box for my Heart
What sort of things
reside here inside
this worn out box
I call my heart
Sealed on all sides
by my bi-polar mind
and no indication
of which side is up
Love, lust
a secret affair
peace, justice
or maybe hurt
Where there a box
I could call my heart
would anyone care
to open it up
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Beautiful.
I liked the imagery in the second and third lines...This worn out box..I call my heart..very beautiful.
Very nice read..a melancholic but powerful poem.
And a very beautiful ending that leaves me thinking..
Blessings...
-rupam
Thanks
Thank you, I'm very pleased with this one.
awwwwwww
well judging by your poems,id say its a pretty big box...you pour your heart into your poetry and you do it very well,another good write madam...your new Rick...
Rick
The problem with being all heart is that when it hurts it kills. The best poetry comes from our hearts...doesn't it?