A box covered with dust,
lies unattended in the far reaches of my brain.
Along with the mildewed fragments of the tiny memories I retain,
stacked far away in an attic of confused emotions.
Cryogenic state of a lasting depression,
afraid of the past so I tucked them away,
if they make it to the present,
the future will surely decay.
In this box I hide the true me,
secrets and lies that I truly despise.
In this box I feel safe from all the woes of this chaotic world,
if mixed with my chaos it will cause catastrophes.
It’s where I allow my emotions to roam free,
Hidden away in this box is a beast,
lurking in every direction
feeding on my fears and insecurities.
In this box I’ve lived, loved, laughed, lusted, cried and died,
it’s funny how i am still alive.
I hope your not afraid of what you heard,
Just letting you know what resides.
In the Pandora’s box of mine
© Xavier Frazer