“THE BOX”

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.

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Art by Fiona Sansom. Rights to this do not belong to me

 

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

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9 thoughts on ““THE BOX”

  1. 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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