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Pandora's Box


I opened Pandora’s box, expecting to be flooded with bad, life ruining things.

Instead I discovered you.

You were beautiful beyond my own comprehension. 

Your skin shined in the heated light of day. 

Your hair glistened like a million diamonds in the bitter sun. 

 

I begged to know you.

I begged to feel you in every way.

I pleaded with the Gods to let me keep you,

And my wishes were granted. 

 

For you were all of the good things in life.

The laughter of a child.

A warm cup of tea.

A chilled night after a sweltering day.

 

I found myself engulfed in you.

I found my mind wrapped around your hands. 

I let you bend me to your will.

 

But alas, Pandora’s box was full of evil,

And as time passed by me, I began to see it in you.

 

You made me sick with despair. 

I longed for the love you refused me. 

My heart was full of misery,

And I began to feel myself die.

I became a shadow, 

hanging from you in the lowlights of the  afternoon. 

The sadness you forced on me buzzed like moths in my ear. 

 

I tried to slam the box shut.

I prayed so desperately for Hope to emerge from it. 

My pleads were left unanswered. 

 

I opened Pandora’s box, expecting to be flooded with bad, life ruining things.

Instead, I discovered you.

 
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