Lock-pick

It is a quiet room,

Probably an empty room;

One can’t hear anything from within.

They have been knocking on the doors and walls,

And the key is missing.

 –

They do not know who locked it,

Even the locksmith’s picks have failed,

Maybe some calm and the clock,

Will disrobe that which is veiled.

 –

There is no log for when it was locked,

And the door had always been in sight,

Whatever shadows had come out to play,

Must have broken things at night.

 –

Why is it such a quiet room?

There must be something in it.

They have been knocking on the doors and walls,

But nothing seems to split it.

It is a crazy room,

Probably a secluded room;

There is no sound from the outside.

Though there have been several shouts and bangs,

They always retired to die.

 –

The door had always been shut,

There had been no reason to turn the handle,

This was normal. This was familiar,

Mantled to dismantle.

This was a patched up little haven,

A satellite of home.

They would not find its lock and key,

No matter how finely they tried to comb.

It is a crazy, lonely room,

And curiosity eyes the slit,

What would happen if it came about,

That the door was forced to split?

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