There’s a district in my mind
The mental “bad side of town”
Where I don’t willingly visit.
Faces, voices are cruel hypocrisy
Mask unpredictable violence…
No gates needed, for they’re as dogs
Baring serrated-blade teeth, snarling.
Now and then I inadvertently
Take a wrong turn…(seemingly
Innocuous triggers)…soon I’m
Besieged by raised eyebrows
Verbal fists, mocking smirks
Loud cursing stones hurled
Which send me running for my
Life and sanity, hard and fast
To some safer, albeit temporary
Place of respite.
Unfortunately, as seasons pass
More of “them” are moving into
The District…broadening property
Limits…encroaching on my
Gardens, fountains, my peace
Dread, frightened thoughts scatter
Like a bag of lentils spilled.
Heart is leaden, not light and open.
Breaths stuttering, I fear I’ll find
No asylum, sanctuary of poetic
Words, psalms…no angel guardians.
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