The Black Shack

The little black shack

Sitting in the cornfield

Among the barrenness on the side of the road

Hides itself from the world

But is visible to me

it sits there in the light

In broad, open daylight

As black as the midnight sky

The purpose of this shack is unclear

For nothing sits inside of it

For it's just an empty shack

Or an eyesore on the side of the road

It's quite odd as to why someone would build it there

On the side of the road

Within the confines of a cornfield

And not store a thing inside of it

It's just like problems in our life

Taking up space in the side of our mind

Hiding from the rest of the world

And appearing as an eyesore to us

So do as you may with your "black shack"

Take whatever steps are needed

For mine is no longer a black shack

But now a pile of black ashes

Scattered around, and out of my mind.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Well written and delivered, great imagery and last stanza is very solid!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[dan]

Ricky, Throughout life we encounter many "black shacks," receptacles for wishes that had no chance of coming to fruition. We hope against hope that these shacks will be filled, the wishes realized...but we all know that wishes do not always oblige. When we lose faith that our wishes will be fulfilled the shacks can be burned, ashes blowing away in the wind...along with all wishes. An incredible write, Ricky. take care...dan