A New Day Poem by n. j. saroff

A New Day



Empty box
Fresh tear drops
Home alone
Nothing to call your own
But this once full box
Feeling so lost
Life used to be magical
Warm and full
Now you're brokenhearted
Don't know how to hit the button to get you restarted
You hold the box made of card board
Where all your memories were once stored
You crush it
You hush it
You make the most of it
But its in empty
Its empty, like when you start again.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: box,depression,moving on
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
One of my favorite things about this poem is how it seems unfinished. I wrote this in a creative writing class, with the prompt of an actual cardboard box, it was a timed writing. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Stay awesome!
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