The Key

Should you come to this place, please show me your face.

Fear ravaged my soul. Slow cold. Roots grow.

Don’t leave me here, and give me your hand.

My eyes shift quickly with the passing sand.

Take a chance on this soil. I dare you to trust.

Attack the heart. Stormy seas. Turn the key, you must.


4 thoughts on “The Key

  1. Well I reckon if you cannot turn the key…or allow someone else to turn the key, to your get out of or into wherever you are or are going, it would be pretty deep and dark as in the picture! 🙂 Lovely atmosphere in this write!



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