Beneath My Rock Poem by David Ratcliffe

Ought I not to hide beneath this rock
remaining still though barely safe
from all who mock and snide my worth
to cause this frown upon my head

So simple a man bereft of touch
who tugged the bell outside the gates
in search of love and closeness felt
but found superbia's vile embrace

Oh laughter meant as something true
would be divine to ears that bleed
from laser stares that fiercely burn
a hole into my emptiness

Alas I falter here alone
afraid to face what lies in wait
beyond the blindfold and restraints
I tied myself to save concern

Ney pity me not for I'm content
to wallow and to bide a while
afraid not I of loneliness
for solitude protects my pride