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Bulwark

  • Writer: A.M. Gonzalez
    A.M. Gonzalez
  • 7 days ago
  • 2 min read






Bulwark


A castellan cries behind his bulwark

In the dark, mollycoddling his heart

Partition between himself and them

They cannot leave if he first departs

He is yet to realize that his iron grip

On his own heart is tearing it apart;

Though, not solely his - other souls

Also feel the pain of his withdrawal

His friends peer into the portcullis

Their hands rattling the metal bars

Pleading he emerge from his fortress

Yet over his sobs, theirs are inaudible



Fire with Fire


Guarding my heart is in theory

Building me up; I'm an artisan

Is my self-defense not self-love?

In ways it is, but the line is thin

Between caution and cosseting;

  Leaving first can avert desertion,

  Yet in turn deserts & hurts them

  They did not deserve to burst in

  Flames when you fought a non-

  Existent fire with gas & burners



Repose for the Camera


I cannot ensure I will not be hurt

What's to come, tough to predict

Yet my heart'll never be dormant

For death's door is still unbolted

In every form, love is a high risk

Soaring reward sort of situation

Too vast a fear of being pierced

By thorns wards off all the roses

I dread reposing on my death bed

Alone & watching reruns till dark

Drifting off to death yet inviting it

Without anyone to stay alive for, so

I'll always love the world as I should

I'll always love the world like I want

I don't want to be isolated and aging

And regret not loving freely all along



Woolgathering


She sees a seat and points a finger

A gray spray-painted cedar bench

Below the shadow of a willow tree,

We rest our feet on a shaded half

What a lovely day we've had!

I expand my hand fan and flick it

We people-watch and eat our lunch

Hydrate our tongues in rum punch

After this we'll visit the fish exhibits

What a lovely day's ahead!

A group of mid-age friends pass by

My friend sets her sandwich down

I glance at her, I ask, "No appetite?"

She looks at me, her mouth a frown

"Promise me to never leave?"

And here I thought it was only me

Pretending to enjoy the lovely day

Over the worry I'm not savoring it

Just in case it won't happen again


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