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I don't usually write poetry, and for good reason : I'm kind of bad at it, sometimes intentionally so, but mostly not. But this one has been burning its way through me for a few days and I needed to get it out.
It actually does have a title, but I'm not keen to share it.

So anyway...

I found a box marked "Forever."
From inside, the sounds of Laughter
and Happiness.
But when I opened it,
There was Emptiness,
a nullity,
where beauty once had been.
The void reached out,
Lodged in my breast,
Pounding.

Anyway, that's where it ends. It seems like there should be more, but there's not. I don't know if there ever will be.