inspiration story...(Completed)

The castle that lies beneath the sad and lonely disaster.

I rarely wrote poems these days...
I rarely have a reason on why I should even start writing...
I rarely found someone who can be my inspiration to any poems I do...
Just like in art. No master piece can be created without Inspiration and a model.
You are mere person not a model.
But a possible inspiration.

Annoying is it?
Thinking of nonsense should I stop writing pieces of rather fortunate feelings towards that inspiration.
I am a mere young fool who knows nothing...
Not a single bite of a poison apple Thus I the young fool started.
Every detail descriptively describe in this mere words are rather foolish...

Planning to abandon the creative thinking of such words no not have I continue to drop the glass of words.
Yet I continue to be the fool that foolishly continue to scream out the words she could never say out loud.
Fear would eat her poor soul as foolish Ideas come into her mind.
Funny what not. She would always care on what she believe.

The young fool was once left alone. Forgotten and never have seen the light again.
The young fool knows nothing but to be a clown to everyone. Wishing limited her as she no longer believe that any would be granted.
She the young lonely fool made a sad work of paragraphs building walls of words.
A house made with sentences.

A castle where the young lonely fool seated at her throne of poems as she let her heart speak what her mouth can't. She enjoys the coldness of the tall sentences created as walls.
Soldiers made out of sharp sad poems. As they protect the young lonely fool who wears the thorny crown of suffering.
She held no emotion as she watch as she lied.
To every word she said.
Or every smile she does.

Black lies and white lies are painted in the castle's walls. As the ruler herself seats in throne watching as the sun slowly fades into the horizon.
The stars and moon appear momentarily.
The stars fall into her head as she elegantly crush the bits of emotions down to her heel.
No shoe can be found instead she stays bare foot.

The young lonely fool waited for the sun to appear. Yet no sun can shine down the young lonely fool.
She remain frozen inside the castle of paragraphs and poems.
No fortunate soul can save her.
For she doesn't want to be save. She drown herself under the ocean of black ink as she remain drowning until she reach the bottom.

The young lonely fool waits as she slowly sink into the ocean frozen and chained as she sink slowly.
And lonely...
As the young lonely fool drowns in the deep surface of the ocean.