The Fortress

[Rhiannon]

You relish in your scrutiny
The gluttony of your soul
For surely 'tis the heart of thee
That has become so cold.
In youth, a self-made martyr,
The present old crosspatch
Your life a pandemonium,
You now lock your door latch.
The scale with which you've measured
Others in the past,
You find you can't live up to it,
And oh, the stones you've cast.
Perhaps it is unbridled fear
Of really being loved,
So when someone gets too near,
You just give them a shove.

 

[Nietzche]

Impressive exploration of the title theme. This poem has a very lyrical quality absent in much of today's writing.
Well written.

 

[Erotik Poet]

I love your rhyming poems. The flow is awesome.