Key

A key in my pocket 

I begged the sky to lock it

away from my hand 

so I just slip it in a fabric pouch 

forgotten door

No matter the distance

or road gentle instance 

on ice I'll side still 

mashed potato walkway 

steady legs are lying 

A felt a sharp tug 

within me a drug

won't wear off I've tried

I need another dose

my blood won't be silent 

Imagined oasis 

built on false basis

I climb yet I fall

this boomerang cell

endless dripping

To door I return

and life I've now learned

is made of glass bars

of what shall I choose broken

regardless I'll bleed