poems

Keys to no where

In the dim-lit corridors of my mind,

I sweep floors painted with crimson tales,

Each stroke a memory etched in scarlet,

The water, once clear, now mirrors blood.

Dreams weave through my restless nights,

An unlicensed driver on a fractured road,

Our journey, once harmonious, now discordant,

Lost in the labyrinth of our own making.

Where were you when raindrops fell,

Seeking solace in your sheltered haven?

My pain, a tempest, raged outside,

While you remained untouched, cocooned.

I yearned to drive toward your presence,

To a place where love once bloomed,

Yet that room was filled, brimming,

And I, an unwelcome guest, stood alone.

Keys dangled from my trembling fingers,

Promises unfulfilled, locks unyielding,

A home already sealed, secrets hidden,

Light flickering in rooms of forgotten dreams.

Furniture adorned the empty spaces,

A silent witness to love's abandonment,

For it wasn't my home, nor my refuge,

But a house of echoes, haunting memories.

You stood by the window, watching,

As I drove away into the night's abyss,

Crashing against regret and longing,

Inflamed by the flames of love's demise.

"Keys to Nowhere", I whispered,

A title etched in blood, a door forever closed,

For sometimes we buy keys to nowhere,

And find ourselves lost in the house of heartache.