From the Eyes of a Lock

November 29, 2008
By Morgan Whitcomb, McDonough, GA

A dagger thrust at my own heart,
Dictates the way I'm swayed.
Left I stand, and right I yield,
To the twisting of the blade.

Your beating chest
The throbbing pulse
Is all that I can heed
Your arms shaking, pale, and eager
As you entomb that tiny seed

The monkey on your aching back
Sits like a festering sore
You heed his commands like a slave
Hating him more and more

There is too much at stake
There is no way out
The deed has been done

Leave it to decay, and putrefy
For your battles are far from won

The author's comments:
This poem is supposed to be by a locks perspective. This poem is about a man who is trying to find a place to hide a corpse. The lock on the door notices that the man is not doing this by his own free will but being told to do by someone who is above him. The lock pities the man because it knows that he is doing this for his family and knows that this is only the beginning of what is surely to come.

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This article has 2 comments.

KaylaLauren said...
on Sep. 13 2009 at 9:37 pm
it's really good. and good descriptiond

on Aug. 11 2009 at 12:31 am
kiwi12 PLATINUM, Austin, Texas
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Good rhythm and descriptions. love it.

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