Metallic Rain

A thousand keys,
Falling from the sky,
Like metallic rain,
In this strange land.
Now baron and dry.

Still locked up inside,
No matter how many keys I try.
None can open this lock I bare.
Maybe the answer isn't way up there.

The key I search for is deep within.
Buried under layers of skin.
Over time cut into the perfect shape.
The one that matches this locks embrace.
Allowing me to leave this subconscious maze.

- Andrew Horner