Keys That Open Darkened Doors
Turn the key try your luck
By Marie381Uk Published 3 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
Keys That Open Darkened Doors
The keys lie waiting.
Metal without warmth.
Silent in the hand.
Heavy as fate.
The doors are darkened.
They hold their breath.
A rusted whisper.
A secret kept.
Turn once, the hinge groans.
Turn twice, it yields.
The space behind it.
Is colder than stone.
What waits is patient.
It does not call.
It does not falter.
It waits for you.
The key is finished.
The hand is marked.
The door is open.
It will not close.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Not sure I want that key to open such a door. Good job.
perfect!!! reminds my of a friend of mine whose earthly spirit was repressed by a husband who didn't know how to enjoy life. he was in no way abusive, just extremely quiet and withdrawn. after he passed away, she began dating and finally find a man who turned that key and helped her learn to enjoy every breath she takes. Everyone could learn from you wonderful poem.