Pandora’s Revenge
Here I sit;
I look about my room.
I stop -- pause:
There in the corner,
Is a box.
The box is small.
What it contains is immense.
Should I open it?
No.
But I, like Pandora, have no choice.
I turn the latch.
I wish I hadn't.
The darkness erupts turning my room black.
I grope in a fruitless effort to return
the darkness to the box.
1 comment:
Interesting. I will take the darkness to be a metaphor for depression or for evil or even for war. Brings to mind many vivid images.
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