Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Putrid Waters

In the silent darkness
of this desolate space
within a dwelling where
I   do   not   belong,
the putrid waters
of fear and doubt
seep in to drown and suffocate
my perplexed mind.

So once again I protect my heart
within the stone walls of my
newly    erected    tower
centered in the mote
of the toxic and deep waters of my mind.

Safe and alone once more
daring a shiny armored prince
attempted access.

1 comment:

  1. Nicely said !
    erecting walls to shelter the heart from those on the outside wanting in, to carry off the heart as if it's some sort of bland booty to be toyed with ...

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