Keychain
Key Chain
Brain Drain
Locked out
Closed out, closed off, clothes off
Under covers
Fighting brothers
I’m in my head
Sick not dead, quick it’s unsaid
Next morning
Always mourning
It’s silence
No guidance, I hear the
by Anna Brooks
Poetry
Keychain
Key Chain
Brain Drain
Locked out
Closed out, closed off, clothes off
Under covers
Fighting brothers
I’m in my head
Sick not dead, quick it’s unsaid
Next morning
Always mourning
It’s silence
No guidance, I hear the
