There is a part of me…
I keep under lock and key.
In high tower, buried under guard.
And that’s just the guards…
He is bigger now and probably more dangerous. I have told him he is loved and maybe even lovable.
Even the guards have gotten old and soft. Everyone just wants to go home…
He said he’s found forgiveness and against my better judgment I have relented to the softer way.
Please don’t say I never warned you.
Painting by Eric Fischl