• adamantquill 23w

    Key to my wooden vault

    Just some bittersweet memories,
    a few never-sent letters,
    a diary with two empty pages that are
    yet to be filled with a happy ending,
    some pieces of broken stars
    caught during midnight while
    drunk in insomnia of a lost soul,
    some empty dreams,
    some sea shells that still
    resonate the sound of waves,
    some unwrapped gifts of
    people I lost contact with.
    I put them all in a wooden vault
    along with few incomplete poems
    about unmoored sorrows
    and locked with a key as
    I bid goodbye to my past.
    The key lies in one corner of my drawer,
    a bit rusted waiting for my touch.
    ©adamantquill