Encased
I am a magic box
A treasure chest
I appear not as what I encase
Though as an illusion
Unable to be seen through
Truthfully I am fully opaque
Inner being never exposed
Intricate locks work as a barricade
The locks protect my inner workings
Casting a spell, they bend minds
So that no one will understand
Leaving people with inaccurate conclusions
I am not to be feared
Instead revered,
No, it isn't possible to pull away a curtain
No way for one to view early
I am a ticking time bomb
Gas ready to ignite
My chest is a beating drum
I encase secrets like a diary
A jumper, I find my peak
My feet a vehicle
They lead me to where I will rest
None know what my ribcage houses
Nor what is shattered inside
I am a secret
I appear not as what I encase
A treasure case
I am a magic box
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