The Locksmith and the Sun(Poem)

The Locksmith and the Sun

Tools all around the purity of the mind and the soul. Around wherever openness is accepted rather than rejected. like the sun who can’t quite get past the horizon of your future. Seeping down like a winter afternoon creeping into the night, but you forget the sun isn’t going to set this time. you can’t just simply ignore the negativity and wait for the morning to fix everything. Like the sun is a clingy doctor, after 8 hours of utter loneliness he might just be able to heal you from the wounds caused by the whining past that can’t find the door out of your memories. The door is locked anyways, so asked yourself what’s the point of even searching for it. They say a doors purpose is to open but that is merely a false statement, because if a doors purpose was to open we wouldn’t have doors at all, a doors purpose is to close, block people out of somewhere or allow some to hide behind them thinking they are safe, that they are invincible. Like the super heros they see on TV. look it’s a bird, no it’s a plane, no it’s depression quietly seeping into your head locking all doors behind him keeping him in and every bit of “at least you tried” out. Like they are handing you a participation medal for life, at least you tried? Maybe you can get them next time. There won’t be a next time, the medal is received after the race you can’t just wait for the sun to rise again, its stuck behind the horizon one of the doors locked by the darkness in your head. It spreads even as far as the sun, causing it no longer to raise for you…