Glass boxes at the bottom
of the vast blue sea.
Waiting patiently,
locked and silent.
Each containing?
The deep, dark secrets
of each and everyone's past.
But here's the kicker;
the boxes contain the secrets
of your entire existence.
From the day you were born,
to the day you will die.
The secrets you have known and have
forgotten, thanks to the ticking clock
making everything continue forwards
like a merry-go-round that never stops.
And the secrets you have yet to know,
and you may remember until you take
your very last breath.
But don't look for them;
I assure you,
you'll never find them.
In fact, the keys are
scattered
across the globe, in the
hands of strangers
you'll never have the pleasure
of meeting.
But,
oblivion is bliss,
right?
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Teacups and Pens
PoetryA collection of poetry from my mind. Take from it what you will.