I bolted myself safely in,
With my stained steel lock,
Experience engraved
In it’s cold hard skin.
Then I swallowed the key,
You can hear it break free, when I Sing.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Lock’
Part of my 2020 New Years Resolution (exercise and challenge!) to write ‘something’ each day for 366 days and my selection for tonight Dverse Poets Pub Open Link night
“Expression 
Especially good last two lines with that ending as opening and the double meaning of key
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Thank you! It popped up out of nowhere and the musical inference was an accidental bonus
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a musical accidental!
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Very sharp!
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Yes those last few lines actually opens up the prison to a sliver of hope…. continue to sing.
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Good luck on your writing challenge. I love the ending 2 lines, with the key and the singing free.
Thanks for linking up with dVerse!
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Wow. Great lines. Enjoyable poem to read. Thanks for sharing.
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I like the description of experience having cold hard skin.
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Nailed it! It makes Singing a sort of self-burglary.
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I personally take a seaman’s approach —- find a key and land on it!
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