Vulnerability
poem by:
Tatted Gentleman
Written
on Mar 16, 2016
I built my house of stone not sand. These doors of iron, to shield what's bad. Bars on the windows that withstand a blast. Yet the door was left opened and an intruder entered fast. IT entered without hesitation. Disturbed my meditation. I had a grip on life, no exaggeration. But this thing grabbed my arm, and caused my amputation. Your vicious. Blurred my vision. We collide, but I stumbled in the collision. U stood tall. Again we bump heads, and I again fall. You cut the phone line, now how can I call? For help...? how will anyone know if I'm fine? Then you cut the lights. I can't see, so u took my sight. Left me hopeless. You took over, I'm homeless. You made this place your own, I've been outcasted. Your strength is causing my weakness, I'm surprise of how long I've lasted. I submit, to you I succumb. I knew it would be this way, till the last beat of the drum.
Tags: metaphor, deep, dark, hate, fear,
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Q. Ramirez commented:
You write how I feel. Some of your works sound like rap or read out loud poetry. I like it and want to see more.
Tatted Gentleman
commented:
Thanks Q. Ramirez. I am a big fan of rap/hip hop. Not today's genre of it but what I listened to growing up in the 90s and early 2000s. Def an inspiration.
Royce B
commented:
I really like this poem. Very well written. Reminds me of the song Mansion by NF
