I need my box where I live,
makes world so prefect,
insanity is chasing the wind.
There is genius in hiding
when calling it freedom,
shuts out singing voices.
Sometimes I do take a peek,
if I know no one is looking,
not crazy enough
to test truth
with witnesses.
Author notes
50 words
A contest entry
- Write your way out of a paper bag by voices.
1750 points, ended March 19, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ooooh, I like this one! Its so full of oddness
Take care
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a fantastic poem good luck in the contest
maralisa
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Boxes, boxes, many do find peace and protection there. My youngest son, was always hiding in boxes, something that made him want to get inside and hide. lol. He was content, so I stop worrying about those boxes. Thanks for the memories.
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Brilliant once again dear friend. Blessings.
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Bubs,
What a read this one is! WOW! I love it! Reminded me I need to get back to work on one of my books
I left off with a dream about boxes Great job!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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