For some
lonely
is a cloak
Muffling
the footsteps
Each step
whispered
At other times
a collar
tight
with spikes
As if it’s the firm
grip
of a needy
lover
Holding you
tense
and taut
Keeping
you close
& others
safely away
I wear
it
with pride
My
armor
earned
The sigil
of my house
my coat of arms
inscribed
I’m afraid
I’ll die alone