Hello um this is my first time for putting any of my poems online so please be gentle. This is supposed to be based on slender well kind of and I say kind of because it always seems like he is guarding an area and warning trespassers away. So this poem is I guess is about a very slender type of person.

there is a man standing in my doorway
why he is there I cannot say
his eyes blind and blank
with his body stale and rank
there is a man in the doorway
I cannot understand why he is here
I cannot look away my eyes are drawn with fear
the way he stands so stiff and still
I cannot help the chill creeping under the skin
and I feel akin to this man in the doorway
jealousy of someone standing in my house
makes this man's face sour
with this man's soul poor
and his heart withered and foul
there is a man standing in my doorway
clothes tattered by designers
his hands ruined by not lifting a finger
his hope torn away by success
there cannot be a more pitiful creature
all eyes one him running a fruitless race
breeding like rats in the futility of perfect family
eating away at his fortune by starving
there is a man standing in my doorway

and I am that man

thank you hbd

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