My armor of protection has been stolen
I am now susceptible and no longer invincible against the world and the horrors within it
The strongest bond of all has now been broken
I am now nothing but lost
Now that my hand has been let go
And I do not know who to follow
No longer do I have
A best friend to talk and argue with
A leader to guide me
A comforter who will hold me tight
An inspiration to motivate me
A teacher to scold me...
I am now left alone
To figure it all out on my own
Because where I was comfortable at
And what I called home
Is now gone.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Closed Doors
PoetryPeople only see what you allow them to see. Do you ever invite them to see what you keep locked away in your basement?
