This Is How It Is

It’s like this.
Pen in hand, he feels as though he is both behind medieval shield, and laid bare for all to witness.
Peering out from a solid, heavy, sharp-edged fortress
Whilst repeatedly adjusting, as best to hide his pale nakedness –
This image no doubt causing both author and viewer distress.
But, it fits.
The words do what they will to escape the oddness.
Sometimes in a hurry, a jumbled, stumbling mess,
Others escaping with things worthy of confess,
Whilst others still, amble. Meander. D...