The Gift

January 21, 2012
By Lauralee GOLD, Kalamazoo, Michigan
Lauralee GOLD, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.” — Anaïs Nin

You handed me a box
Wrapped with glitter paper
And a bow
"Open it!"
I was nervous, excited
Of what was inside
"It's exactly what you need"
Yes, of course
I teared a piece of the paper
It crinkled, a paper song
You stared at me with anticipation
"You'll love it"
I'm sure I would
I opened the box
And looked for a brief second
"I knew it'd be perfect for you"
Uncertain, I blink
Hands slightly shaking
I'm not entirely sure
(Am I?)
I reach inside
And feel the ticks
of deadly bombs
Addicted to exploding

The author's comments:
This poem is about addiction and how it can be disguised as something good and desirable. I wrote this poem based on my own experiences.

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