Under Seige

Zach Wagner

Ladders of love lifted
to scale lofty walls,
I tip massive cauldrons
of boiling apathy.

A battering ram carved
into the shape of friendship,
cannot break open gates
built to keep this keep empty.

Outstretched hands
are grappling hooks,
by which they seek
access to my lonely redoubt.

For the sake of my soul,
they battle to break in.

For the sake of my heart,
I fight to keep them out.

Zach Wagner lives on Florida’s gulf coast. He sometimes dreams of running away to join the circus, but then remembers his pathological fear of cotton candy.

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