Poem, after Emily Dickinson #writephoto


A fortress, I–my lake the world–
Persistent–at these walls–
My minutes counted–as the pebbles
In each wavelet–fall–

The gateway rusted–keys forgotten–
A silent tomb–become–
Its only occupant–a life–
Calls sealed chambers–home–

There, nestled–in obsidian crags–
And mantled–with the sky–
My walls–against the lake–defend
But inwardly–decay–


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