Paper, cardboard castles, lived in from the start
As he grew older the wind blew it apart.
What once he thought a haven, a comfort resting place,
Now has become a devil's web, a throneroom of distaste.
The spider sets her hourglass to begin a swift countdown,
Until her prey suffocates, and swallowed by sand, he drowns.
The cardboard castle emanates a whisper of delight,
As inside it's fallen ruins a poor soul loses plight.
It should've burnt down long ago from the heat of hatred's heart,
But paper cardboard castles wait for souls to live in from the start.
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Imaginatory: A Collection of Poems
PoetryWe all have a bit of insanity in our imaginations and personalities. For some of us, it is relied upon heavily day-to-day. For others, it is hidden deep inside the recesses of their mind and few get a chance to see it. This is a collection of works...
