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