The Box

Behind a bolted door, inside a dark room- lies an overpacked box slowly bursting at the seams. As the edges bend and the corners split, a glimpse of what is inside shows. Stored away lay all of the demons planted in our minds… securely locked away. One rip and others will see what is being covered. All of the unloved qualities spilling out, like a spreading disease. A thick smoke that makes others disappear, erasing what was said as a promise. This box contains a black hole with an endless pit, once opened the restless darkness devours all hope. This is why they are hidden to make it seem as if the voice aren’t there pounding at the box designed to suppress them. Screaming to escape and unveil the true evil deep within. Eventually, by wear and tear, the box will show what it has been holding… Exposing me to the loneliness I tried to bolt behind the door.