Monday, July 16, 2012

Memories - Alone

Daemons prowl, whisper, and growl
Surrounding, at night, my childhood home.
At most times, it is my fortress
But the moat dries up when I’m alone.

The perimeter is insecure
Shut windows, doors, all feel agape.
Locked tightly in reality;
Held open by my fear of rape.

I clean, inspect, and barricade
So fearsome sounds can’t penetrate
Each noise linked to a memory
That years of safety can’t obliterate.

At home, no one has hurt me;
Nothing evil ever crept inside
But alone in this large space
I feel naked, unsafe, spread, and tied.

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