A Box

• Amelia McCray, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

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My world could be packed up in a box, My world would fit in a tiny box
A box of dark shades and dull colours, A box without a lock
A box held together by one piece of tape, A box I can lift, A box a can fit
A box that I wish I could get rid of, A box I'm not fond of, A box sitting there staring, Daring me to choose it
A world a box something I can never compare
A world full of silent stares, Infant flares
A box containing the phone with all my memories, Memories of the old days
Also in this box is the lighter, The lighter that started the fire, The fire inside me
Open close open close, Empty house, Home at 10, Zooming through dark empty streets
A new place every day, Hold your head high
Don't let them see, The unorganized version, Rushed version, Hurt version
A box one box, A box I rely on, To keep my home
My reality a box, I know too well yet so indifferent
I have become very talented at packing my world up In less than an hour and then
Weekend rocks around again
Time for round two or is it five
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