Them bronze keys a poem by Eric King
Them bronze keys o’ they rattle am i free or starting battle Them slammed doors how they wake my battered spirit they tried to break Them bronze keys open my food tray guards watching hard inspecting how much I ate Them slammed doors can hear from afar do the doors know how deeply they scar? Them bronze keys why do you exist separation creates pain and its balled up in my fist