Pandora's Box

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

I remember its significance, like a blade to my skin slowly tearing threw.
That stinging feeling almost numb to the point it's as if a icy breeze brushes up against exposed vulnerability.
Causing me to cover my eyes with your vibration, hide my innocence amgonst the shadows that long to stray away from your feet but instead only mimicking your subconscious patterns.
I trace each thread in the body you put on each morning and secretly sabotage at night.
For I am blessed with crippling curiosity, and cursed with the lack of will power to protect my anatomy from the evil agendas that are concealed in the purity of Angel's wings, and the haunting cycle of karma.
It never forgets, intuition tends to sit in the pit of my stomach, knotted up and twisting.
I ate my feelings for breakfast and sipped on all my apologies.
Only to find that I can hear the truth before it's ever written into perdictable history.
So I hold my vision close to my virgin thoughts, I shift and fall to my knees.
I look down at Pandoras box, and taste deja vu a common reflex
Its poison sweet and bitter.
Its infecting my fragile system of beliefs and teasing mystery, must be the chronic illness.
Opening the box is the cure to the urge, lack of self control.
Just like static, the bleakness of a second I release the darkness.
Its pitch and depth engulfing any light that burns with comtemptment, burning out to particles of dust.
Then to soil that provides a surface to hold and feed my hypnotizing eyes that capture your attention
Till they deepen with softness and sight grows more vivid, emotions evolving to the reflection of how you view your worth, where to spend your kindness
And it seems to cost you more then what you earn by lending out your hands.
But there's a simple reward, in the ruins left from tragedy.
It's never lost just not something noticeable by standing still.
I must choose to open, release with out fearing the possibility of pain
We need to be reminded that experience of torturing heartache is vital to ones happiness.
And disappointments are nothing more then a original recipe, of ones expectations.
How beautiful it is when you fade
Pleasant for me as I drift, holding on tightly to the solitude, that's my only company.
Leaning on you, I always fell
When you insisted I use your shoulders to rest my head, eventually your trust dozed off and you made a bed for only you to rest each piece of me I forfeited each time with your repeated amends.
I brush myself off and I'm convinced that I'd be dreaming, to think your heart was in the best place.
The box will conceal all habits, nerves and setbacks.
As I forget or try to trick myself.
I am always welcomed to open up the present to remind me of the past.
I'll never wish the worst, I'd rather pray for compassion when you turn your back.

Reviews

[Kerra]

Wow, this is really powerful and emotional, nicely expressed

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing and powerful write. The reader felt the thoughts and the struggle.
"I look down at Pandoras box, and taste deja vu a common reflex
Its poison sweet and bitter.
Its infecting my fragile system of beliefs and teasing mystery, must be the chronic illness.
Opening the box is the cure to the urge, lack of self control.
Just like static, the bleakness of a second I release the darkness."
I loved the above lines. The Pandora's box. Can awake demons and take us to final darkness. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[HadesRising]

Very nicely polished poem. Well Done.