Rusty Locks

Let the rain fall.
Let the rust form
and grow weaker day by day.

Do your part.
Add abuse.
Add strain.

And wait,

For the locks will burst
and the door will open
and the treasure will find it’s way

to the sunlight

About this poem

I am continually amazed when people are relationally destructive, that they are somehow surprised when that relationship ends.

Or it’s about locks.

Tom