KEY

I am a Key

To open your box..

To keep it safe.. to open its lock..

I am a Key

Shinning in your hands 

struggling to breathe 

As you clench me..

I am a Key

Tickling your ears

As I hit my chains

Ringing in your thoughts

As I sway by your way always

I am Your Key 

Unique to your make

I know what you hide in that chest

a Diary, a Coin , a Sketch.

How old is that coffer 

I wonder..

How long was it locked 

I wonder..

As I fit.. Every cut that accepts my form

your amazement remains undiminished..

Your awe... Makes me wonder..

How special am I

Don't lose me

Don't forget how precious I am 

An unknowing threat

Cue to your confessional

Don't keep me in your dusty drawers

to be forgotten..

I can rust, I can break..

I might even lose my shape

I would no longer be a key then

Just a lump of metal ready to be moulded again

For another lock.....

For another box.....

As for yours

Its closed forever

without me

Till you beg the maker 

to make you another..