I am the gatekeeper of your heart
I hold the skeleton key to all you feel
I, like Pandora, release your fiends
But imprison your celestial light
Only gleams and glimmers can escape
Through cracks at your edges
I'll dispassionately watch
As Hope and Dream - two of my prisoners -
Slowly dry out to desiccated shadows gasping for breath
I hear, and ignore, the pounding
Of love against the heavy timbered door of my censorship
Pleas for companionship meet my deaf ears and die out
No reverberant echo to carry
Any inkling to a sympathetic ear
As Hope, Dream and Love etch with worn fingertips
An escape
They merely burrow deeper within you
Unaware that their attempt are self defeating
I will grow old as you count days like Monte Cristo
But I will grow no less powerful
Knowing for certain that, like Pandora
Trapping hope within her box,
That it is for your own good.
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