IS THERE HOPE AFTER THE STORM?

This is my today's poem, I hope you like it! I will be back to work on it one day. Right now I am going to call it "THE BOX"

THE BOX
During the first seconds of a night
I buried a heavy little box
Deep in the corner of my mind
I sealed it, locked it and I went away
I kept it in there for many sunsets
forgot about it and I went with my days.
Looking for something I went inside my mind
What did I found?
A mysterious little box buried in dust
It was sealed and locked
My curiosity screamed to me at loud
I listened and open the strange little box
At that very instant the sky turned gray
Spirits of devils, hurricanes and hail
nightmares and ghosts together escaped
Now I am surround by rivers and cascades
Peace and happiness I can feel no more
To close and hide this box I have tried
My heart and my soul can not longer rest
The box I can't close so my hands are cross
Wherever I go It's always with me
The box that I unfortunately unsealed and unlocked
Unless I confront the ghost and the devils
I can never hug my heart and my soul.
BY: ME = MB

Today I couldn't resisted to drink a cup of coffee, so delicious taste, it was like kissing the lips of heaven, In few minutes I am going to be soooooo sorry!