A Concealed Soul

Concealed by a shadow behind the windows,
Overlooking the gateway of no return,
The neighborhood is suspicious
Of the elfish silhouette against the glass
Of an unlit room where I reconcile
My most precious thoughts...

My thoughts have no cause
For great concerns
Because If I had to,
I would gladly explain
That I would indefinitely remain,
In this cozy room
Where my future is being designed...

Sighted, obviously reported-a threat!
I retreat behind my computer's desk,
Deeper into the closed space
Where I listen tentatively,
Motionless, for the door to rip...

Open hinges with familiar complaints,
Bracing me for opposition,
While I completely quiet I remain
And letting them look like fools...

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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