The Missing Key
I sit at my desk
So many feelings spin around my mind
I grab a guitar
I realize I don’t know how it play it
I grab a pen
I realize I have no paper
I am filled with rage
I thrust out of my chair
Feelings rush into my body
They manifest in air
I prepare to yell
The air goes from my lungs to my throat
I open my mouth and close my eyes
I prepare for the noise
Nothing
No words
Silence fills the room
I collapse in my chair
I feel so much
Why can’t I find a way to get it outside
I leave it locked up
Not by choice
I just can’t find the key
Posted Aug 30, 2022, 2:27 AM UTC
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