My box of yesteryear

lost poetry

By Hillery D. KeeferPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Brandable Box on Unsplash

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.

surreal poetry

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.

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