Curiosity
Curiosity is wanting to know what’s
going on
The power of this feeling makes
you drawn
I see this box in the room
It feels as like I’m walking into
my own tomb
The box, is there something
inside?
What, do you have something you’re
trying to hide?
I need to know, it’s eating me
alive
If I don’t find out, I think I might
die
I don’t know what it could
possibly be
Please, I need someone to tell me
Is it evil, is that what’s in
there?
I’m not sure; it’s something I might
not be able to bare
The demon of curiosity is
fighting to come alive
He’s ‘gonna find out what’s in
the box, he’s ‘gonna thrive
Is it Pandora’s Box, something
that releases evil into the world?
The curiosity is making me weak
and curled
Is having all the curiosity even
worth it?
I guess we will never know, that
until the box is split
This one is really good Jay...I'm impressed with your poem writing ability!! I can't wait to see the next one! Good job!
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