Poet13's Blog

I stood there in the cold in my rather too large overcoat
Ill equipped for the occasion not fitting in where I don’t belong
Kicked out of the clubhouse I built my own to spec
Best treehouse ever but I’m the only member

I throw down ropes though no one makes the climb
My perch probably looks rickety from their perspective
Maybe they can see faults in the framework
From down there things may appear unsafe

It’s fitted out for my comfort with see-through walls
Here I can easily keep my distance though my borders are porous
I’ve put down no roots my foundation is the tree I live in
The invisible guards are for my protection they mean you no harm