There is a box of nothing, a box of tears, a box of ghosts, and a box of fears.
So many pains were surely bled, and so many joys are long since dead.
Wrap it tight, with binding and nail.
And push it behind the imaginary time of tale.


2 Responses to “loosing”

  • Losing or loosing? Both make sense, in a way.

    This seems so bleak at the outset, but is there a note of realism here? Of hope?

    Or am I projecting :) I’ve been known to do that.

  • oh, that was a typo of mine… but I guess you are right, it does kinda make sense both ways.
    you, projecting, no :)

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