The Key

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I can't find my key. It was there, but now it has vanished, into the folds of the dark leather sofa.

It has to be in there, in the darkest, murkiest depths unknown to man,
Lost amongst other objects,
Which forgot their purpose long ago,
Watching.
Waiting for eternity,
Seeking rescue,
From the dark folds.
My hand dug deep inside,
Desperately grasping the key,
So desired and wanted,
But lost in the darkness.
I tugged hard,
It refused to budge,
The narrow exit holding it back.
Until I ripped it clean
Applying my force and desire,
Returning it to the light.

It was my route,
It unlocked my door for me,
It was always there to open my path,
But soon  had lost its own way,
And dived into the sofa,
Needing my help,
To open its path,
From the dark.
                                       IMANTHEAWESOME7
                                                        8th MAY 2015

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