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Pandora's Daughter

By: Lee St. Evans

By Lee St. EvansPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I am Pandora’s daughter

Curiosity, my guide

Naivety, my keeper

I walk lonely

Leaving devastation in my wake

With every step I take

I dream of laying in the grass

And watching cotton balls floating

In the ocean’s reflection

When night falls

I gaze at the facets of eternity

Lost in stars

And fancy cars

And memories, too many

I want to run

Be lost in the darkness

Never more to be seen

Never more to be

I am nothing but a humble host

To a trapped entity

A walking cage

My rage knows no bounds

Lost, though it is,

In myself

And as I try to find a way

To let the night take me

To a safe haven

I know that I will awake

With your face in my vision

Your voice in my head

Your hands still traced on my skin

I know I will never be free

Maybe I can lock them away

The memories of you

Who you are

What you’ve done

I’ll Place them in a box

Up on the highest shelf

And tell myself

No matter what

I’ll never look inside

But then again,

I am Pandora’s daughter

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Lee St. Evans

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