Bitten

by HollywoodSmile   Nov 14, 2010


I've been living in a wooden box
in the back of a dusty closet.
I have not seen the stars
since i was but a child,
eyes eager to learn.

Was the sun always so bright,
or do my eyes need to adjust?
Was the wind always so strong,
or is my body simply weak?

I've been living in a wooden box
painted with roses and locked with no key.
I have not seen my reflection
since i was first born,
eyes eager to learn.

Was the glass always so clean,
or do i just need to adjust?
Was the rain walways so warm,
or am i just too accustomed to ice?

I've been living in a wooden box
six feet beneath the sky.
I'll stay here inside my wooden box
until the day i die.

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  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Wow, this is so unique and interesting. Amazing job. I am envious of your talent. this piece shows just how the unusual things are the ones that can really get to a person. Emotion and curiosity fill this piece. Magnificent job, if this is not worthy of a 5/5, then please tell me what is. Why no one else has commented on this piece I do not know, because I honestly love it.

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