Unsuspecting Keys
Location
I’m always confined
By others who live merrily outside my cage
I’m alone and in this constant bind
Nothing, but me, myself, I and a page
It’s as blank as my future with nothing to find
It’s a pity that this imprisonment fills me with rage
My cries and hollers go to deaf ears
And when they speak to me, I have to listen, like I’m mute
No one can really see me, not even my peers
My words are simply non-existent and minute
This is intertwined with one of my fears
Being alone, being in the dark. Isn’t that cute?
I try so hard to make myself happy
But it’s so hard to do it alone
I’m always adrift in my emotionless sea
A sea that is only monochrome
There are no colors around and it scares me
More fear that constricts my barred throne
Everyone find me worthless, I’m not a necessity
And to my country, I’m just a worthless drone
Those people cannot hear me
They do not care, they have other priorities
Those new purses or a new mall to shop
They have only their infidelities
Their friends I can see
At any moment that will quit at any stop
That façade they have can only appease
Because friends they are? They are not
There are few who can comprehend my state of mind
None of them are here, somewhere far offstage
But in my cage I have something white and lined
Something, a connection to where we can engage
Hopefully the receiver is of my kind
Or this would be a waste of my friend, the page
We write
We fight
But only silently
We do what we deem right
But we do it formally
A quiet few
Who do what we must commit too
I may cower alone in my dark unperceivable cage
And you may be expressing yourself on a lit up stage
Yet when it comes to pen and paper
Our ink lifts off and becomes a creative vapor
They intermingle, converse and combine
It’s the equivalent of meeting for the first time
In our world, no matter where we are
We aren’t quite too far
We connect through the expression of words
May it travel through net, mail or birds
When I write, I realize I am not alone
This is when my cage opens
Literacy, a great invention that we cannot condone
I can explore the written world through my personal lens
This is when I realize, “I am free. I have flown”
All thanks to my best friends, the papers and the pens