Throw Away the Keys
locked in a padded cell and I cannot find the keys
reading lips is not as easy as it often seems
dependence on the senses leads you onto darkened streets
serrated heart and lungs from cuts deep in the flesh
inhale and I bleed
the helplessness consumes my mind
but I remain serene
if they saw the war in this ribcage of mine
it'd me my defeat
so this cell will be my temporary den
until the hour when these wounds are mended again
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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