Magic Cube
By Catherine L
Nine Squares on each face,
Of mixed vibrant artificial colours,
The source for hours of fun,
Frustration in the nearest shadows.
Its waning protection case
Shuns from me the mixed hues of life,
The unknown picture markings
Are the barriers between us.
But nevertheless I will strive on,
For one day with frustration
There shall be victory,
A blooming relationship between you and me.
