I AM
I am the key to the locked chest
I wonder why people always try to open the chest
I hear the machines drilling
I see the people trying
I want it to stop
I am the key to the locked chest
I pretend that people mind their own business
I fell mad that they keep they never stop
I touch the chest to close it harder
I worry they might get in
I cry to make them stop
I am the key to the locked chest
I understand that they are just curious
I say the curiosity killed the cat
I dream for all this to end
I try to understand them
I hope the chest never opens
I am the key to the locked chest
I am the key to the locked chest
I wonder why people always try to open the chest
I hear the machines drilling
I see the people trying
I want it to stop
I am the key to the locked chest
I pretend that people mind their own business
I fell mad that they keep they never stop
I touch the chest to close it harder
I worry they might get in
I cry to make them stop
I am the key to the locked chest
I understand that they are just curious
I say the curiosity killed the cat
I dream for all this to end
I try to understand them
I hope the chest never opens
I am the key to the locked chest
1 comment:
Hi Vicente. Awsome poem, I like how you give life to the chest. The peom shows that something is being hidden from everyone's eyes and this person no matter what will never tell the sercet. I love it, you really made me think what the chest could hold. I like how you use some imagery to describe what the chest feels and what it hears. Great.
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