Oh
my god.
I lost them.
All of them.
I had a box of poetry.
A BOX.
Not a tray.
Not a hot dog.
Okay, maybe you have boxes.
But this box was my life!
And Now I can't find it.
It's hopeless.
It's useless.
What ever shall I do?
That was my box of creative days.
The box I was going to use to create todays
Poetry of Yesteryear
...but this year.
OH MY GOD I lost my box.
Now I have to start anew...
But it must be here.... somewhere?
God damn you box, where are you?!
I looked everywhere.
I can't create anymore.
I'm bored.
I'm boring.
I'm lonely.
I'm sad.
I'm hungry...
Maybe I should eat.
Just not pizza again...
But, what do I do without my box?
Maybe I have my Japanese folder....
I should look for that.
About the Creator
Hillery D. Keefer
Hi! ^_^
My name is Hillery, with an 'e.' Nice to meet you. I'm new here but I've been writing poetry and flash fiction since I was a child. I like to write in the way that I think, so I guess it's kind of stream-of-consciousness at times.
Keep reading
More stories from Hillery D. Keefer and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.