Furor Poem by Yar Yar

Locked in this room
No window…no door
Dark casts a shadow
On the icy cold floor

Search for the light
Divine need to know
Stand gazing forward
Catch only a glow

An old wooden box
Centered…stands still
Nailed down tightly
Eyes must have will

Time asks the question
A month…maybe years
Wonder the contents
Rage...dreams or tears

Sealed is sanity
Afraid to begin
Calm be the object
Control what's within


Sealed now forever
Feared to be shown
Wonder the contents
Unleash the unknown