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Keychains On Collarbones

I am trying to find the backdoor From this solitary room The silence is oppressive Shadows paint the walls with gloom. The entrance stood wide open I walked in feeling free I was naïve and unsuspecting When you pocketed the key. I heard a loud jingle As you sidled across the floor Then you slipped through, to pull the latch And boarded up the door. You claimed to be a man of virtue One of honour unsurpassed But those keys that fill your pockets Are not just tokens of your past. My heart is held a prisoner In this empty, lonely space I wonder if this missing key Is a bead on your necklace?

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 8/15/2017 11:18:00 AM

Very spirited disaffection this poem is, Mikki. I love the angst and sad mood. A most humane piece of poetry. Your vulnerable truth is so relatable to most everyone. Powerful poem. Love and peace.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/29/2016 5:04:00 PM

thanks for your kind words the other day. Somehow I got confused on where I'd left off on comments and I forgot to get back to a bunch of great poets who saw my poems. I can't seem to find a one of yours to comment to. Let me try one more time.

Daver Austin

Date: 12/30/2012 8:30:00 AM

I tell ya, men are no damned good. Actually there is very little difference between a man and a woman, but HOORAY for that little difference. Love, Old MAN daver

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/25/2012 12:15:00 AM

this is very interesting. Hope you were not in love with this scoundrel!!! I think maybe you have a small storehouse of poems on that first page of yours that I have never seen. I'll be checking back here more often. well, can't stay long tonight. see ya later, my friend.

Justin Bordner

Date: 9/6/2012 5:50:00 PM

This piece I interpret selfishly to be reference of the trap of the logical part of our conscience - it also makes me think of being lured into a reincarnation scenario where through our naivety,or desperation we are sometimes foolled into believing that life as a human will automatically be paradise, forgetting about all the possible travail & heartache that will most likely ensue an incarnation - J.A.B. %