RHYME Poem: The Box She Left Behind., by Eddielyn Favor Roberts

A whisper of wind curled low like a sigh,
As the girl with the eyes like storm clouds passed by,
She left me a box, small and strange in my grip
That trembled like thunder before it could slip

I looked up to speak, but she’d vanished into air-
No trace on the pavement, no shadows, no stare,
The Cardboard grew warm like a heart in my hand,
While silence around me began to expand.

Inside, a sphere on black velvet did gleam,
Glowing with whispers that echoed a dream
“Help me,” It breathed, from deep within light,
As shadows moved just beyond my sight.

I stepped on the bus, with the box held tight
Into the unknown, swallowed whole by the night.

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