Poetry

Pandora’s Box

With all the decisions that I’ve made 

It sometimes feels as if I am living

On borrowed time. 

How on earth do you make a rhyme, 

Spin a web of lyrics but not of lies 

I can sympathize, 

I can cut ties, 

But I can’t deny –  

That I honestly just love the chaos. 

You can’t do the crime 

Without being willing to do the time. 

I keep telling people, “I’m fine,” 

Because I’m tired 

And being sad gets old.

I’m terrified, 

Every second of everyday, 

In every bone, In every way.

I opened Pandora’s box  –

I couldn’t stay away 

Now I carry it with me 

My price to pay.

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