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The Box

Contributed by iodinelove on Wednesday, 1st March 2006 @ 07:34:34 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

It is in my understanding that the misdeeds that haunt my past cannot be absolved.
It is my nature to be guilty. My guilt is who I am, and it is my greatest downfall.

Do you remember the insides of the sky
as the stars and the sun passed by,
do you remember the clear, open air?

When I visit you, you always smile and hug me and ask me if I'm still writing.
I always say, "Of course, why would I stop?"
I visit you, and you take me into your home, and you offer me a couch or a bed, a cigarette, a beer.
You look at me with those broken, brown eyes and it all bubbles up, all the things I felt for you, all the ways that I could make you cry.
And I wonder why .

I still remember that box; the impact, the sound of it shattering beneath my foot, the way you looked at me. I wish I could shut it out. I close my eyes and think of all the good things that have happened to me in my life, and they are all nothing; nothing compared to one moment of brutality, to one moment of anger and violence, to a little plastic box and the shattering of mild brown eyes in the Arizona sun.

I suppose I shall never show you this. I am afraid of the consequences of your reading. I am afraid that you have forgiven me.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2006-03-01 19:34:34]
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Re: The Box (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 2nd March 2006 @ 01:30:13 AM AEST
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Wow, great write. The last line...blew me away. I have had guilt eat at me so bad. Try not to be so hard on yourself.(easier said then done, I know) Thank you for sharing this. Peace to you, Laura

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