This is one of those poems that isn't finished yet. If it wasn't for the Potluck I would probably just let this one sit on the desk for awhile. I can't decide if I want to go with the strong meter at the start, or go blank, ditto with the rhyme. I haven't even settled on a title yet! So, if anyone has (gentle) suggestions please let me know. Thanks!
The Fortress
We are builders,
All
Who struggle every day
Stacking stones around ourselves
The fortress must hold strong
Whether to protect our overflowing treasure
Or hide the barren rooms, once full
We must guard against those
Who dare come too near
The risk is so great
The cost so dear
So you will understand
Why I can not
Let you
In
The Fortress
We are builders,
All
Who struggle every day
Stacking stones around ourselves
The fortress must hold strong
Whether to protect our overflowing treasure
Or hide the barren rooms, once full
We must guard against those
Who dare come too near
The risk is so great
The cost so dear
So you will understand
Why I can not
Let you
In
