The Box (For: Autumn) Poem by Chiyuki Koyama

There is a box upon my dresser, it keeps what I hold dear.

When I am too close to it I'm overcome with fear.

With fear that reminds me that someday I'll die and none shall care.

It is a horrid, wretching feeling that I would love to share.

The box holds pictures and notes that record my dreary days.

My heart is a mere block of ice that people's minds barely graze.

I am too weak to continue this life, I deserve far worse than death.

I shall burn the box along with myself, then I may find rest.