His door

His door is a closed
it doesn't open to anyone
and tells the world he's ferocious
and tells me he's insecure.

His door has numerous bolts,
it has a big sign saying
LEAVE ME BE
and they do, believe me.

This door SHOUTS
in a deep, dark troll's voice
that has grown men weeping
and sirens blaring.

It says, 'you wouldn't want to mess with me'
while he hides, eyes shut,
his back to the world
his shields up.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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