Elie H. – Seven Locks but no Keys

A wooden box
hidden beneath my feet.
A box with seven locks
that has no keys.
It’s covered with dust and burning ashes
from the walls once torn
inside my grey coloured room.

A wooden box
with hidden lies and truths.

Children beds once stood
where the box lies
before their walls
shook and their beds rumbled,
before the ceiling fell
and floors cracked.

Here still stands
the box of hidden secrets
of the dead and undead,
with seven locks
but no keys.