A Million Jars

There is a man with a million jars.
Stacked on shelves as high as the stars.
Some contain happiness, filled with hope.
Others are depressing, sealed with rope.
But the worst of all, are those kept at the top.
Containing horrors, to make your heart stop.
The one hated most is up there too.
Balancing lightly with the horrific few.
Sealed with wax, glue and rubber bands.
And anything else kept in the lands.
They keep it locked, so it can't be unleashed.
Only viewed through the glass, a silent bad beast.
It's the worst thing of all, a true enough hell.
But if opened, it'd curse you with a spell.
That's not of death, torture or pain.
But a fear of everything, your life it'll claim.
And then when you're at the peak of your need.
The worst hallucinations it will feed.
Making you wish that you was dead,
Enough for your heart to put you forever to bed.

©Odd