Wall

[Norman]

Boxes line the single wall,

Compartments of the soul,

Dividing up my endless thoughts

That tease and torment my mind.

 

Doors to memories buried deep

Lids that chaos contain

Fragile gifts I seek to keep

And the thoughts that are my bane.

 

One single box adorns the floor,

At once both new and old,

Treasure more than my worth

Lies scattered all around

 

Into the single box I hide,

The last fragments of me,

And in the dust I now reside

Beside the closed eternity.

 

No place but centered in my room

No place it can be hid

But closed and locked it remains

Memories whispered through the lid.

 

Boxes line the single wall

Compartments of the soul

And now I light and burn them down

This single one now my all.

 

-Norman