Reading Poems And Poetry

Book In A Box In My Closet

There’s a Box in my closet
With a Book Inside
I swear I heard it Call
My Name
Sometimes it screams and
knocks
The Book Calls to me
Open me and Look
It says
That I can’t do
I reply with a Sigh
The Book means Nothing
In reality
But at the time
It was the most beautiful book
I had seen
Now it is off to join years of
Lost memories
With people you wish
But can not see
Wish I would hush
And stop bothering Me.