My Poetry

Locked

I wish I could turn back the clock,

To back before I turned the lock,

I should have never let go of my rock,

Now everyone is too afraid to knock.

At first I thought I was free,

But then I found the key,

I locked myself in,

And now the darkness might win.

Now my beasts inside,

No longer wish to hide,

They wish to escape,

Maybe I should leave it all to fate.