The Man in the Box

Amongst

the people drenched

in black clothes onto skin.

There was a box,

a wooden box,

in which there lay a man.

Embodied in darkness

with no life to be seen.

Family of the man in the box,

crying.

Till the final hour,

did the tears finally run dry

for the fallen man.

But see the relatives

and their fake misery,

and his company with

their faked sympathy.

Out of love, sadness,

or tradition?

Somehow it doesn't

matter anymore.

Time will pass, and his

name no longer be

mentioned.

The capsule will be buried,

bringing its secrets,

untold stories,

and memories away.

But this time is one that,

will never be unearthed again.

The wooden box will be buried,

like the secrets by the tree.

No longer to be seen.

Sympathy not for the family,

but for the man in the box.

Cause truth be told,

although all these

things, were done.

No one truly understood,

the man, in the box.

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