MY LOST KEY

I saw it again,

And felt it strike me like a cane,

But this time it was bold.

But still it felt okay,

Though I couldn't find the key.

My heart ached for more

But I had no floor

For I had lost my ground.

I saw it flow,

And watched its terror grow.

The rains threatened to destroy my skin,

and the lightning dared to break my bones.

I tried opening my eyes,

with an attempt to watch as time flies.

But the night was too dark,

And I wished I could build my own ark.

With fear creeping in,

I could feel my worries cling.

I stretched out my hand,

desiring to feel the warmth of the sun,

But the sun had melted,

and the sky was bare.

My fingers ached to feel the coldness of my key,

but it was out of reach. 

by Gloria Ronoh