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A Box of Darkness
I try to name it,
and I can't.
In my soul, I built up a face for it,
awash in sorrow, in thoughts that had nothing to do with thinking.
My mind moved my body then,
side to side, touching nothing!
I try to name it,
is it love, or gloom in all its gorgeous forms?
A box of souls or darkness?
But I know what death feels like.
Shall I name it?
It is the day he sent a slap flying across my face.
It is the day I lost the right to an opinion,
the day I lost the right to be a person!
It is the day his love became wet like
a used paper soaked in water-disintegrating.
It is the day I saw stars,
not the sort that made you dream of paradise,but the kind that made you chase gloom
a call screaming from a box of darkness!
Does love consist of life or,
does life trick us into wishing for death?
Darkness is the king of light.
For the dark conceals, protects, and caresses
in a way you wander on in its lust!
But light reveals too much.
Casting its intrusive gaze upon innocence,
light tears everything apart;
leaving no place to hide.
But this box of darkness,
it is a gift!!!
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