Under Lock and Key
by Michael Doyle

Under lock and key
Is where I keep me
Hidden away so no one can see
There in arcs of memory

Shadowboxing with myself
Through all the volumes on the shelf
There really isn't much mystery
When we're talking self history

Recollections that are half wrong
Can never be truly right
But these are the imprints that belong
Turning the cast of darkness into light

Swinging the ropes of the family tree
They say it's a matter of biology
The fear present is a constant feeling
As I lay here silently bleeding

Wondering how you could do such a thing
Praying for the light tomorrow brings
There is a slowness filling my heart
A sense of dread from this moment's start

(c) January 4, 2022  Michael Doyle
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