The Secret Box

Pull, push, twist or turn?
To reveal its deepest secrets I yearn.

Rubbing fingers with the grain.
How many possible manoeuvres remain?

You left no instructions, secret kept.
I may never know I have to accept.

Rough, old and once used.
But its contents I am now refused.

To open would be wise?
Only one knows what inside lies.

Memories of love, treasures shining like gold?
Or an empty space, chilling as the blistering cold.

Keep it away I pledge.
And place it on the highest ledge.

Unseen just like a ghost
Dusty, mouldy and stuck to its post.

Away from curious eyes
Again the urge dies.