Friday, May 1, 2015

The Locksmith

Locked  inside an iron cage
cinched tight by miles of chains.
People passed by and tried to set me free,
with pity in their faces, they asked me
"Where's the key?"
And that's when I tell them
"It's gone, for I swallowed the key
so that no one could get in."
They went on with their ways
and never bothered to look back,
for how could you offer help to someone
who never wanted it back.
Yet I saw you pushing through the crowd,
never listening to my plea
for you to stop fiddling with the lock.
You were my greatest fear brought to life.
For you never needed the key
that I swallowed to keep

because you have managed to make
a key of your own,
and reached inside this cage

for my shivering body
that has been waiting for your warmth
for far too long.




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