Little Black Box


I have a little black box
inside my head
where I stuff
all my pain and dread
Locked inside with
no where to turn
memories come flooding
my stomach churns
A world gone crazy
hate and violence
all around I go to
my box and turn off the sound
My little black box
begins to overfill
pain pours out
as I sit still
Looking outside all I see
are my worst nitemares becoming reality

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