Black Box

The black box

Deep deep inside of me is a black box.

So deep I don’t feel it.

No one can see,

No one can understand.

Slowly time passes and I forget,

I smile, I laugh, I talk as if it is not there.

Dust builds up,

Cobwebs build up. 

And it is time to clean my box.

I hesitate, smile harder, laugh longer, talk more,

But the box must be cleaned.

When I open the box, I am knocked flat.

Between tears and gulps of air I quickly clean the box.

No one else can see,

No one can understand,

What dwells inside my black box. 

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