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Inside the Box
by Uriel TovarHope
Hangs around
Like that—
A band aid on saturated flesh
Becoming more skin than plastic
Seeing the separation between them
With a Sharp
Sharp
Pull
A blink and then a tear
Seeing that which protects us
Severed
From that which is
The really real
A substance more us than
We might ever imagine
Hope
As much a disease
As it is a cure
And still we can’t do anything
To stop the spirit from
Clinging to it
How quaint a world without it
How terrible the darkness of it.
03/09/2013 Posted on 03/09/2013
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/09/13 at 11:13 PM Hope drives us to do or try to do many things, some good some not so. When it is lost it amazaing how quickly death can appear. Nice write Uriel. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/10/13 at 07:13 PM Until now, I've never raed a poem that so effectively expresses the poetic power of a band aid, with all its pluses and minuses...stretching into the siritual. |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 03/13/13 at 04:14 PM I really love the imagery in this poem, thankyou! |
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