The Key
The Key
Brick walls of graffiti’d writings
contour to these surroundings,
blemished by permanent stains
of worry fueled fears
Shapes form and dissolve
in mortar line crisscrosses,
horizontal and vertical deceptions
leading to destructive maneuvers
As I lurk in the darkness
between shadows and dead end signs,
watching your every move
from the corners of my mind’s suspicions
Locked tightly as distrust
has taken me prisoner
with guilt as my guard
throwing away the key to my sanity
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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