Friday, January 13, 2012
Penned down emotions @ 11:17 PM

Underground

Folded and packed neatly
into this little box
Slowly placing its lid on top
A perfect fit

Lifting up the box
"There's all there is to it"
No one will know
For it is hidden in the box

A ribbon,
A finishing touch
Then to the boneyard
There will be the last I see of it

Digging the deepest,
most narrow hole,
enough to fit the box
enough to swallow it whole

Then covered with soil
and a light 'pat' on top with the shovel
Gone will be the mental turmoil
Gone will be all my troubles

That's right,
It's hidden deep under
Where it's dark in day and night
Enclosed by soil & a cardboard cover

I shouldn't be tearing
And yet I am..
Strolling away slowly,
I turned around..
Had I not hidden them undergound?

CHECKMATE! Yumeitto .