I'm in a box,
pretty in color,
and delicate in its composition.
But its cubicle shape
has lost its luster
as it lies in a ditch;
slain by filth-
Still.
Still, its muddy presence
stimulates a beauty in progress
for underneath those filth covered nails,
lies a tale,
the tale of the box,
pretty in color
and delicate in its composition
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...