The Castle

Words do not even begin to solve

The myriad problems in my mind that evolve.

I never know those I've created on my own

From those that are uncontested

And solid as stone.

A stone has no purpose, so why should I?

I serve from where I stand, and where

I stand is in the sky

In a castle in the clouds

Amorphous and passing on with time,

With mists enclosing it like shouds

When someone dares up its walls to climb,

The reason for this fortification being

That I've let so many in quite for free,

Only to have them leave

After exhausting all the rations

Of what is left of me.

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John Christopher Basa's picture

nice poem..