I need to close the curtains
To my soul
No unnecessary light
No peeking inside
Just me and the night

Just me and the quiet.

A broken voice
In a broken world
Still sings a merry song.

Spring has brought
flowers to you
it cares not who you are
it cares not what you do
the flowers bloom simply
and the spring
brings them to you

my home is where my heart is
just a few have the keys
so I let them in

but most have the wrong key
some lose the keys, never to return
some find their way to a different home

I want to let them in
but when I do
my anxiety crawls
and the doors open to walls

the one that I long for, has not found the key
while I ponder and wonder in a room full of thoughts
sometimes I can hear the clanging of keys next door