The Locked Box I Carry

By , bothell, WA
I challenge all who stick around
To try and open my box
The bleeding chains that cover it scares most off
Although it’s unlocked
Some are able to open its heavy crimson lid
After they see what’s in it
They either stab it with betrayal
Or run away of fear of what may be
There is still hope don’t you see
For now I only can hope that I am free





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