Isolator
Sliding in
through the door.
Hear the people,
nevermore.
Trust me in
what I say.
I’ve never known,
how to play.
Blanket fort.
I’m not four.
It keeps me safe,
from the floor.
A stranger thing
looks at me.
My own image,
mockingly.
Sliding out
through the door.
Big deep breath,
I’m forty four.
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The music of this is wonderful (especially the third stanza)!
Love it 🙂
Gracias, mi amiga. Me alegro de ver tu sonrisa. I totally used my phone for the previous sentence. lol I’m happy you signed up, and I am enjoying your poems.
Gracias, cheater. Thanks for bringing me here. I had to come back this year.
Let me know which ones you like the most. 🙂
Blanket fort.
I’m not four.
It keeps me safe,
from the floor.
Now go knock on some doors with those big POET knuckles!