The Key

The daunting image of life
rushes around me
crumbling like dust
enveloped within these bleeding palms
tears of scarlet glisten
not ceasing to escape
nothing seems to change...not me
I myself, my own enemy
where have I gone?
hidden beneath the realms of deepest loss
the sadness that reigns
in the newly found absence of another
inevitable yet grief adds reason
unlike to this
behind the curtains of the silent cyclone
eating away at me
a screaming sanitarium?
or temporary hellish embellishment?
music is the only thing that makes sense anymore
the only tangible pursuit
the only thing that lets me make sense
of myself
a broken door to this homemade cell
is a dream in this nightmare of a place
yet the self-barricaded concealment remains sealed shut
the secret to opening it
forgotten with time
I hold the key in my fingers
not knowing its purpose
or how to use it...