Keys Poem by Ilari Rahja

I walked, fiddled with keys.
Held in chain, clinging.
Fumbled them, in my hand.
Meaningless now, as they were.

Keys! - Which opened no doors.
Doors! - Which led nowhere.
Halls, passages, rooms.
Empty spaces sliding by.

Passed - Until all my doors.
Were locked, with security.
Sealed with heed.
Bridges, thus burned!

Reality, locked away.
Hidden from me.
Mind and heart.
As it were.

How I miss thee!
Forgetfulness and fate.
Purpose, to life passed.
Enclosed in my space.

Missed dawn and deed.
Midnight and darkness.
Together, they came.
Muted silence.

Amongst crowd.
Passing by.
Busy, as ants.
Buzzing, as bees.

I watched them.
Flocking, like sheep.
Meaningless, their significance.
Naught! They are.

Bound!
Thus same, as me.
Yet content.
While I, cannot be.

Melancholy days.
Friends.
Hopes lost.
Thus betrayed.

Whom to question?
Whom to blame?
For this treachery.

Alas - None, but me!

Who could claim that prize?
Who was assured, convinced?
Of thy merits – Misdeed!
As it proved, to be.

Drunk I was.
Intoxicated, by my potency.
Where it would end.
I should have known.

Indeed, suspected...

Against truth still - I went.
Fixed facts around wishes.
Based hope upon greed.
Performed such wickedness.

Now muted are those bellows.
Away flown, those excellent fellows.
Who accompanied.
Ensured my ruin.

Hastened, by its call.
Denials, expectations.
False gains.
All such pains.

Tired, I fall - Wish to dream.
Wake again, nevermore...