Bars on windows,
Dead bolt locks on doors!
Is this home a sweet home
Or a prison of yours?
Insulated and barricaded,
A fence around your yard,
Separated and isolated,
Growling dogs on patrol to guard!
"Trespassers must keep out!"
Perimeter signs do note.
You're as a castle high on a hill
Surrounded by a mote.
You've hoisted your yellow flag.
A warning has been told.
What has you locked in quarantine?
What disease has taken hold?
Are you sure beyond a doubt
That your purpose is to keep unwanted people out?
Or do you fear they may have eyes to see
That your soul has leprosy?
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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Hi Doris. I always love to read your blog. I don't always leave a comment but I am reading.
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