THE KEY

Imprisoned in a nameless world

She has forgotten to pine

It was always like this as it were

Only an endless present

She smiles

Like a newborn in sleep

If you call her

She will look up

Though not sure if that word (name)

Belongs to her

Days into nights

And nights into days

She breathes and vegetates

All this because she has lost

Her key to the past

Never to be retrieved

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ The Key @ Poets United