Mercer's Poems
Pandora’s Box

It lies locked. Stowing away such mystery. 
The treasures within stoke curiosity
until the fires burn so bright 
that all becomes a blanket white. 
Could it be that inside this secured chest
lay the beauties unseen by mankind’s eyes. 
Could it leave my spirits buoyed
and fill within me hollow void?  
Or could it be that a heart, like Pandora’s box
is best kept locked. That once opened
through endless hardships must one cope. 
And all that remains is sorry hope.