poem

 Soft Keys

I’ve been breaking off keys in locks

Not for Herculean strength

But the metal is so soft

The blade snaps right off

Someone has sent for a locksmith

But that may take weeks 

We’re all waiting here helplessly

Separated by a soundproof door

I can’t get in anymore

And whoever’s inside can’t get out 

At least via this route

But they always seem to have alternative exits 

And sometimes the walls

I assume surround them 

Don't even exist.

Whatever the case, I still feel trapped

Standing here like an idiot

With the bow of the snapped

Off key still in my hand.

The dynamic still holds:

There’s my side and then one with everyone else

The side I’m trying to get to  

And the side where I’m all alone 

4/28/24