Box

In a haunting dream of Echoes from past to Present
and most likely Future:
“do you care”
Of each Tune I can remember
someone holding or Listening
quietly Humming
“do you care”
My broken words Drip from
dry Lips of the empty body
held Together by others held
“do you care”
I can not seem to Remember
“do you care”
As inanimate stilts Hold me up
questions silenced into bottles
No echoes left no
Reflections of bright lit Mirrors
only a box
“do you care”
A Question left to ask
with no One around to answer
the box windowless and sound proof
scream to not Leave

Do You Care
each step clicks by

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