THE BOX
“What is this box before me?”
I ask with bated breath.
A glimpse of something that I know,
yet do not wish to know.
I draw closer.
Dark and sinister,
the box seems to cry out with malice.
Its edges rough,
texture coarse to touch,
filthy far beyond naked vision.
Still, it captivates me with a force
that betrays my resolve…
I recognize this box all too well.
I have seen and I have touched,
I have opened this box a thousand times
— perhaps, too many times –-
heeding its whispered call:
“I am yours for the taking, Pandora.”
Far greater is the temptation,
far greater is the fall.
And as the box calls my name again,
I succumb once more.
There is no key here, as always,
now I realize, I am the key.
“Welcome to your destruction, Pandora.”
I give in,
and then lose my soul again.
Art by Fiona Sansom. Rights to this do not belong to me
Copyright © J.Gi Federizo
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Good poem. Loved it 🙂 There are so many such things that exist all around us, waiting to be unlocked. And fortunately/unfortunately we don’t realize that we’re the key to unlock them!
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And that whatever we decide — to unlock or keep it locked — it’s going to have a consequence, good or bad, depending on what’s inside and our intentions. For every action, there is a reaction.
Thanks for reading, Kaushik, and sharing your insight. .
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Very atmospheric and descriptive piece, JGi. The sense of the box calling works very well. And ourselves being the key, such a poetic and astute stroke. I really enjoyed this.
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Thanks, A-M! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I was reading your poems and you inspired me to post something of mine 🙂
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Did you write this?
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Yes, Lani.
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Wow. I’m impressed. This is awesome! 🙂
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Tenchu!!! *hugsies!!!*
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