Locked Up

I heard you calling in the night
Sometimes you whispered
Sometimes you cried
But never you jested badly

You told me of treasures
Locked and unrevealed
Of poetic pleasures
Deceivingly concealaed.

I answered saying
I know not where they are
You said with emotion swaying
Search behind the blinding scar

I searched and found
But could not unlock
I heard but found it not
As if I were in deathly shock

But search you said
Let him help
Open your heart so cruelly bled
And lay down the tale to tell
Instead.