Yet another prose poem by RJ Marmol
These words are my shelter
From the loud, deafening roar
Of lions and elephants,
And the wrath of Mighthy Thor
Adrift on a chair in a sea of disillusion
I am wrapped in terror, shame and confusion
Might the sky fall?
Might the wall collapse?
Might a thunderous voice break my disguise?
Hear me out, hear me shout!
Feel this scathing, loathing doubt
Without these words I am empty
Like this brittle oak bark!
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