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A Simple Package

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It was a package, a simple package

Left by my front door

No name, no address

No way to know who it was for

What was it, why’s it here

Was is on the right floor

Who left it, where’d they go

Was it best to ignore

Should I open it, find out

Was it right to explore

It was just a package, a simple package

Left by my front door

What was in it I had the right

To find out for sure

Was it meant for me or a neighbor

Maybe Frank, maybe Lenore

Perhaps it wasn’t for anybody

Should it be returned to the store

It’s time to find out

No longer can I defer

The package, the simple package’s

Paper wrapping quickly tore

Now to see what was inside

See what it was for

What is that, what did I hear

Did the box just roar

Why am I cold, why am I feeling

A chill deep to my core

The box is nothing, it’s empty

Yet I’m repulsed like never before

What is this, what’s happening

Why am I covered in sores

It was a just a package, a simple package

Was it a portal, some form of door

Is it over, will I survive

What must I endure

The box has been opened

No way to know what’s in store

Am I doomed, just a memory

To be heard from nevermore

Did you get the box I left for you?
Did you get the box I left for you?
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Author:

Also known as John E Dorey. I enjoy writing short stories and books for kids along with illustrating using 3D Art.

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