Turnkey...Let it Be.

Turnkey...Let It Be.

By the  turnkey of  tears
By  the turnstile of smiles
Yesterday's hopes
Lingered  for a while
The sun bowed and bent another
Mile
Below the horrizon all the while...

Then I cried out my diamonds
Of truth....
Feeling so light.
But the ruby red hurt compressed  too tight
Choking  the tears  and drawing my  blood
And so internally
I cried a flood...

By the turnkey of tears
By the turnstile of smiles
Truth grew me up
To forbear a while
Hurt locked me inside into  a ball so tight...
It hurt my red eyes even to visualize
A world of such brilliancy
Dazzling white light...

Carry me over the  stile lord
Lay me down I'm mortified
Taunt not my taut body
On the whitewashed bloody fence lord
Let me gently down....
For on  thy hallowed Elysian fields
I died.

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(c) Amrita Valan  2015