Big Rowan Ackison (greensh) wrote,
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Poem: Man on a Ladder

Man on a Ladder

A little man on a ladder
stands inside my head.
He has a megaphone in his hand
waiting to exclaim.
And he'll tell my secrets,
before I shut him up.

I met that man once at a workshop
so many years ago.
I could not allow his speech,
my privacy exposed.
My anger rose and I saw red,
the intrusion was too much.

I was told that he would climb that ladder.
I was told that he would shout to all.
That man stands before you now,
saying way too much.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Tags: ladder, poem, speech

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