My heart has different chambers
Wherein are locked my heart’s desires.
Sometimes quiet in their cells,
Sometimes screaming through the bars.
I shake with their uneasy rattling,
Body and Soul,
While my brain jangles the keys,
Toying with the prisoners,
Holding out the chance of freedom,
But just out of reach,
Cold and conscientious.
My heart has different chambers,
But the locks are rusting over,
And some of the keys are lost.
Hanging on pegs in forgotten cupboards,
Or dropped down drain holes…accidentally.
But I can hear the prisoners plotting,
Planning their escape,
And no matter how I try,
They dig their tunnels in the darkness…
And I must be ever vigilant of,
A breakout…a riot…an awakening.
So I hold fast the remaining keys,
A warden of my hearts desires,
Imprisoned in the different chambers,
of my heart.
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