Treasure Box

Treasure Box

It’s the end of the world

in this dream that rests in eternity.

We have lost the outside to poisons

made by our own hands.

This thought carries so much pain.

Heartbreak

for our lost animals

but here, inside the abandoned office

next to the empty soda machine 

and paper that was once trees

I find the magic you

and everything is put right

both inside and out

and the treasure box I hold

has only trinkets

but you love it anyway,

and we plant it in the last wild wood.

–Willow Croft

16 thoughts on “Treasure Box

  1. This was something very different and yet perfectly related to. The choice of words are wonderful and makes everything seem so realistic. Love is beautifully portrayed. What a masterpiece!!

    You are welcome miss/Mrs/Mr

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful response.

        Such an awesome way of replying someone. Thanks. Again

        Also, I just posted:

        POEM: MARCH 8

        Would love to know your views. Love to see your contributions on it. I’m always excited for your comment. 🙂

        You are welcome

        #PATRICKSTORIES
        Peace ✌and Love ❤

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