For eternity I will sit in this room alone,
Building my castle up stone by stone,
When reality calls I'll lock the door,
I'll send out my armies; four by four
When anger flares and monsters knock,
When the castle crumbles and the doors won't lock,
When jealousy rears its ugly head,
When all the soldiers fall down dead,
Only then will I leave the place that I've been
Only then will I speak of the monsters I've seen,
But then I'll retreat to my crumbling throne,
And I'll rebuilt my castle stone by stone.
YOU ARE READING
The Night Writer
PoesiaDescribing my very active imagination when I can't sleep at night.
