Box of Mysteries and Miseries

Box of Mysteries and Miseries

A Poem by TheLastEclipse

Box of Mysteries and Misery


So cold and lonely it lays aground.

It holds its seat, making no sound.

Charcoal black hiding from all light,

To be near you, dares you to be its confidant,

And that is such a task none can handle.


If only care was given to this,

The waves would not have swallowed bliss.

Such natural things deploy plots,

The devilish cries allow men the “Great Scotts”

And that is such a task none can handle.


The moonlight shines down, box aground.

An island that is free from sound,

Desolately tortures the box,

Yet its obstinacy is sturdier than isle’s rocks.

But such task is one none can handle here.


Tis a game of wit and stamina,

Who can outlast who in this brawl,

The isolation or the box,

Who stands firmer than such flimsy island rocks?

Such things are tasks none can tolerate.

© 2013 TheLastEclipse

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Hmmm...I don't really grasp the concept of this piece, but it does sound rather interesting. It could be the possibility that I'm over looking what the meaning is behind this piece...

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Added on April 21, 2013
Last Updated on April 21, 2013
Tags: Darkness, Hatred, Contemplation, Philosophy



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I have been writing since the age of twelve and have been creating oral tales since before that. I am a Christian but have a twisted way in some of my stories. I write poetry, stories, and I'm a cas.. more..