Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

iron man

I too, am iron man…

My walls, were iron

No brick ever laid

Only the floor was cemented

though with cracks so I’d always have grass to play with

the food, came in tin cans, which were iron too,

Though… iron walls sound pleasant when it rains,

The iron house between brick homes,

The iron house with no windows but the holes were wide enough to glimpse at the glimmering candle,

The iron house that made the boy with the iron heart,

The iron house that all the other kids would stare and whisper about,

Though… sleeping on the floor meant I’d have no monster beneath my bed.