Turning the key
A key held for so long
To leave a prison cell
Of one's own making
Finally admitting that a cell
Is what it was
But not yet free...
So many bureaucratic steps
Arguments and paperwork
Accomplishing nothing more than to
Document the turning of the key
But the key has turned
And it was my hand that turned it
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Turning the key
A key held for so long
To leave a prison cell
Of one's own making
Finally admitting that a cell
Is what it was
But not yet free...
So many bureaucratic steps
Arguments and paperwork
Accomplishing nothing more than to
Document the turning of the key
But the key has turned
And it was my hand that turned it
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