The Missing Key

Poem

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

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Posted Aug 30, 2022, 2:27 AM UTC

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