Difficult To Understand

To connect with a reclusive mind, 
was an uphill task. 
You become― 
vunerable again. 

Everyday the curtains 
come down after the entry of 
assassin bugs. 

Long-legged, bloodsucking 
predators would roam 
and abduct the phrases. 

The young turks break 
the nest, petals strewn, a 
rose dies in my hands. 

My night journey begins 
I let out a poem 
to become my lantern.