Thick Skin

[philoinlove]

I lost every key,
even the ones I tied,
boot laces round my neck,
cold on my chest.

I've forgot their faces,
places I could find a laugh,
keyhole kaleidoscopes,
too much rust to turn.

All I need is the oil can,
painted red held by cobwebs, I think you need a comma after the word red. Makes the sentences read easier.
locked inside the old shed,
I worry it might be empty.

I hear you at the door,
the sudden gust
takes the blossom too soon,
sucking life from every room.

Then I see them on your belt,
a bunch fit for a jailer.

I think that overall you have a lot of nice imagery in the poem, however, I think your poem is lacking direction. You need to make the voice a lot stronger. What is this person wanting the reader to know? Hm... Like I said there are a lot of sentences and words that I really like but think this should be re written.