Black BoxA Poem by Chesney W.Black box with silver lining. Suffocating whatever's within.
The smell of rotting skin, and rats eating you thin.
Many shed tear after tear. Some drank beer after beer to try to get you off of their minds.
The loss of a friend, a mother, a lover. Now buried six feet under.
They all ask "why?" and they still cry and cry.
The ground growing cold. All of us growing old. But for you, time stands still.
They wonder "will the bones remain?" But I know the whole thing.
You asked God for forgiveness. I was a witness.
Now you sit in your mansion in Heaven. © 2012 Chesney W.Reviews
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Added on October 24, 2012Last Updated on October 24, 2012 AuthorChesney W.Grove Hill, ALAboutHello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..Writing
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