I looked out the window
In the driveway was a box
I wondered where it came from
Sealed with something
I couldn't identify
It held firmly
So I picked it up
Names familiar, forgotten
Written so many ways
As to blot out themselves
Unreadable yet strangely
Known as fleeting memory
I put my ear up to it
Not a sound as I've heard
Murmuring crying laughing
Astonished I shook it violently
My chest began to ache
The pain unbearable
I dropped the box
Sudden quiet took hold
Calm peaceful calm
Closing my eyes
Stretched out arms
I touched cardboard
Panicked I look to see
That box had engulfed me
Darkness prevailed
I recognized the inner walls
As my own heart
Deep within its fullness
Holding and being held
A source of comfort
And fearful thoughts
My heart has turned
Into cardboard
No longer capable
Of holding love or any
Human emotion
Just existing shadow solid
Just as sadness joyfully
Embraced me
I awoke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an intriguing poem. Bien!