My box

In my box would be…

Empty CD cases,
A pile of broken hearts.
Buckets full of tears,
Torn up pictures.
A microphone, some goalie gloves.
Tons a murder mysteries.
Broken mirrors
A blood soaked knife.
Dozens of failed attempts.
A dimming star,
A lock of hair,
A circle,
A straight line.
A storm,
Quickly followed by a rainbow.
A hurricane,
A breeze.
A smile,
A frown.
A pile a broken dreams,
A cup of sugar
A rock
And a pillow.

I know this has no real theme or “rhythm” but it just shows what I’m made of. Apparently, not much.