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Without Keys

a poem

By Miss RiggiePublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Without Keys
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My biggest obstacle is the door to my bedroom

Out there is a world with potential but I need results.

The padlock rests on the doorknob on this side.

I forgot where I hid the key, but it's not in here.

There is no potion to make me smaller than I already am

and my tiny voice cannot reach the other side.

So I wake up, voiceless

while my hands search for a key that isn't here anymore.

There is a window, a large one

I could get out that way.

But no one will know

and if one day someone decides to break down that door

They will find nothing in here.

-M

Stream of Consciousnesssad poetry

About the Creator

Miss Riggie

Artist | Writer | Lover | Fighter

Born in Sydney, Australia. I write poetry when the mood strikes me, perhaps a few short stories and prose here and there.

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    Written by Miss Riggie