The Key
Rings of cold metal
Rigid combinations of truth
Only one fits, the clink is definitive
The turn is excruciating… expectation of opening doors
But deep inside the lock is rusty and the tumblers fail
Try again, invasion with another false hope
Each attempt weighs upon my soul
putrid peeling paint on an ancient door…
A rough and failing surface that disintegrates with my touch
Tears and hope hung upon a keychain
But there inside the door waits only deception
For the locked door is not the barrier it seems
All this time I have had the wrong key.
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