The emptiness of the dark jar,
An object of beauty and holds so many secrets,
As I try to open it and find out its deathly secret,
I am struck by the emotion of love, and confusion,
It is a symbol of the thoughts that are murderising my mind,
The image that has brought upon my mind the light and darkness,
And as I have to keep the secrecy,
It rips me apart inside and out,
I try and hide the pain the jar has encrypted within my life permanently,
Oh how I despise what the jar has done to me,
It has scarred my internal peace,
And has corrupted my way of life,
I have found the secret,
The jar is a mental object which is discovered only to those who believe,
The mystery is why I found it,
How I inherited the information bestowed within me,
I didn't choose to accept it,
It tore down my defenses and ripped me apart
I don�t have a choice any more,
I pray that you don�t have to deal with the pain that I endure,
May you find your own jar and take advantage of the opportunity,
