Protector Anon

Desolate

grey rain

mimosa of grief

of pity

of ego hurt

mostly anger

not with you

but with myself.

Wrapped

clothed tight

black mourning cloth

wound round

tears escape

cotton borne

hide from all

cheerful mask

covers my pain.

Gutted

shattered

terms flow

expressing grief

vomiting forth

a sickened love poem

written in blood from hopeful heart

blackened with rot

hole where affections did lay

cast out

never more

shall I be allowed to hurt.

Jaded

I swore the last was the last

only to be damned

to find myself falling once more.

Done

stay away

erected a fence

topped with shattered glass

barbed wire

hot electrical impulses

gun turret

all will make you run.

I am tired of this

of having to protect myself

over

over

over once more.

©Nov. 5/19

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