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.