Day 25: Gateless

Without a bolt

That's how the doors of our lives are shut.

We dwell in the safety of emotional insecurities

And yield our fears to the refuge of insensitivity.

We begin our days in the womb of vice

Starting each new chapter in the arms of ill device.

Eventually, turning in at the boulevard of cowardice.

The padlocks of fortune stand broken down

Hanging limp and useless

While gloom provides its services like some malevolent clown,

To batter our delicate hearts ceaseless.

The shells we have erected around this quiddity

Cleave to our personality making us self-inflicted captives.

Still we wallow in defeat's sludge

Like Posterity’s hog that muddles

Itself up again in culpable mud.

Countless times, the wind of adversity

Slaps the door in the face of our balls

And all we really do is cringe in humbility.

Unbeknownst to us there is evil in the smog.

We exist in a gateless fortress

As vulnerable as weak-willed men before the seductress.

Akpan