But the Lock Hasn't Got a Key

June 16, 2017
By Lynni SILVER, St. Augustine, Florida
Lynni SILVER, St. Augustine, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
There is freedom waiting for you,
on the breezes of the sky.
And you ask: "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling, what if you fly? -E.H.


Please hide my hands,

and don't let them see,

lock them in cages,

where they can't be freed,

a kind of stiff metal,

that they can't break apart,

don't let them near me,

or they'll tear into my heart,

they'll control the papers,

of where my heart sinks,

they'll try to change the writing,

of what I now think,

my brain is what they'll follow,

and feed it with lies,

that if I go on without them,

they'll leave my thoughts to die,

so I follow the path,

that they have made,

I'll stick to their rules,

and do what they say,

they'll take my arms,

and soon be reattached,

they'll take off the lock,

to my bones they had latched.


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem in one night. I wrote it quick, the words and rhymes came fast. It's hard to explain. I feel like what I wish to write would be too dark for most to read, so a few of my poems are like this. The hands in this poem are my thoughts, what I truly wish to write. But no one'll want to hear it. So in a few poems that I have made, my hands fight with me, and they start to control my writing,  a real sense of what I'm thinking. Like I said, it's hard to explain.


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