A Key
There's a key
Hanging on the edge of my finger
There's a key
Just dangling on a string
It doesn't fit the window
It doesn't fit the door
The key to my heart
Is locked in a drawer
There's a key
Hanging on the edge of my fingers
One moment I'm gone
The next it's there
Someone left a key
On the edge of my finger
Where does it belong?
And what ghost placed it there?
There's a key...
And it unlocks the door next door
My brothers door
The door that doesn't open no more
I don't write poetry very often.... But some poems belong with a story I'm writing.
