Locked

Following a hidden path to a locked door.

Locked
Inching along this hidden path,
Trying hard to find my way.
Spouting beautiful phrases
and lovely words,
I find the door
I've come so far to find,
Only to find it locked.
My beautiful words?
They're broken now,
Laying in the path.
Like bread crumbs,
they mark the way I've come.