The Key.

 

i threw myself to my knees

before the bars around your prison

begging, pleading, sobbing

for a freedom

i could never achieve for you

despite how hard i pried at the bars

and despite how agonizingly you screamed at me

to save you

it was a lost cause

for the key was always on your side of the iron

 

– a. b. martin

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