My castle
Erected towards the horizon
Crumbling but not broken
I grab a stone
Smooth and small
And place it in a hole
Over and over again
It gets shook and broken
And I grab my stone
I build it back up
It doesn't look pretty
But it gets the job done
I can't look at the large craters
The damages that had nearly
Toppled my castle
The one I built to protect me
The one I have to treat delicately
Because it's so damaged
Each hole, is a word
Each space, is a regret
Each crater, is my devastation
Each one, I will fix
I don't; won't freak out
And I reach down
I pick up my stones
place them where they fit
And go to get another
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
