Michelle Mac Donald Poet Couplet

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. August 15, 2017 at 11:18 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 May 29, 2016 at 5:04 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 December 30, 2012 at 8:30 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 November 25, 2012 at 12:15 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 September 6, 2012 at 5:50 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. %