Shelter of my Heart. Poem

Shelter of my heart was robbed
I let someone too close
without thoughts
of possible bedlam
not caring for the locks
on doors
and bam!
all stolen
even from the swamped
places of my mind,
petty thief
in skin of holy sheep
with face
of angel
true
without wings
stomped across
the piece
of my bloody art
flagrant,
a destroyer
of shelter of my heart