Key Master
This was inspired after my ex-girlfriend talked to me for the first time since we broke-up, three months ago. I was with her for nearly two years. I loved her, but as with any relationship there were problems.
This poem spontaneously came to me after getting out of the shower this morning. I didn’t even bother to get dressed before writing it, that’s how forcefully it pushed itself out.
I hope you can find understanding within it. Personally, I like this one very much.
Reviews are welcome. =]
I released myself from shackles unknown,
Using brute force, not persuasion, diplomacy, trigonometry
On which past great events do rely. But my world
Is not their world, nor is it your world;
So why should I be forced to stand in the blazing sun?
Sit still while gazing into the barrel of the blue-eyed gun?
Even with your back turned, Key Master, did you think it was fun?
So when I broke and finally ran away,
Did you turn around and continue to say
With ignorance “what are you doing to me?”
One can only stare into the sun for so long before going blind,
Be faced with a gun before fear goes behind them.
So the blind man only, with no fear, can run away from here,
For he can see the beauty that the seeing man could not.
While the blind man recovered he so forgot
About you, Key Master.
He could only see darkness, which in turn saw him,
But it comforts him, for darkness can fool him not.
In this new realm of honesty he came to see
What beauty could be; and to himself he could he be.
Wandering the road without your company he finally felt not alone.
Protected by a shroud, from whence unknown,
He doesn’t offer lock and key like the bond between you and me, Key Master.
Instead he comes and goes as he will please,
Moving finally so freely between all that he can now see
To create new bonds.
These new bonds are not of cement or of steel,
But are stronger, he feels, than ever before.
I do not need a Key Master any more.
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