The walls of my heart, walled as diatoms,
And feelings, diatomaceous earth,
Stacking over dirt, under dirt and pain
And betrayals of mutinous hearts long
And keys to mine, all four chambers- are lost,
But where will you find them? Since even I
Have lost hope, as rusted keys to vintage
Treasures, as the lost keys to the Vault B
Yet I have faith- not a piercing archer,
Not music of sinful singers, but just
An ordinary sweeper with a broom-
Of love- wiping off the stains of my past
Someone, someday, somehow, someway, surely,
Will unlock secrets kept hidden till now...
~Ajay
July 2017
