I am sending back the key to bluebeard’s door,
A portal to a world where shadows sway,
Because his love was cold, I breathe no more,
In his darkroom’s eye, my soul did fray.
My X-rayed heart, exposed and dissected,
A love dissected, spirit torn apart,
I saw the truths that left me unaffected,
In bluebeard’s study, death played its part.
Returning the key, I break the chain,
That bound me to his cold, unfeeling grasp,
No more shall I endure his cruel reign,
In freedom’s light, new dreams I clasp.
This key returns, and with it, chains unbind,
In light of day, a stronger self I find.
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Intriguing and well rhymed this poem has an old flavor to it but a modern message. Nicely done
Thanks Soren, I appreciate your feedback and it was inspired by an older poem.
Great write
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