Shoeboxes on the Moon
A sentiment is consuming my existence
I need another shoebox
I will claim this from the moon with insistence
In times of questioning I go to the moon
I’m there alone
and there in a blink are boxes
I hear the one calling the loudest
I move closer
to catch in a snatch lost words
Red…
shoebox on the moon
hide my anger said
Green…
shoebox on the moon
hide my jealousy seen
Blue…
shoebox on the moon
hide my thoughts taboo
For sentiment full of death
I demand a black box
I want that shoebox before I take another breath
Television man is hazy
Heart bleeds remorse
This wrong horse
©2024 L. Sydney Abel All rights reserved.
L. Sydney Abel was born in Kingston upon Hull, England. He’s an author of psychological fiction with his novel 12:07 The Sleeping being based on personal experience of sleep paralysis. He’s written and illustrated several children’s books and a Y/A novel.
Poetry is his personal escape in his book Tongue is a Fire and the upcoming One ASYLUM.
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