Arrival
Arrival
When I came to the castle,
everything was dead.
I had no idea that meant me as well?
I had run from a "land" that sucked,
life from its people,
for so long,
they no longer noticed.
Undead walking,
wistfully running nowhere.
The place echoed,
and stinging bugs covered the floors,
just here and there, beware.
No front windows the back ones…cracked.
I took it, there was nowhere to go, back?
Better to live among,
the mean “real” monsters that die easy,
than those that live to stab another day.
The roof was caved in, there was no kitchen.
The bathroom worked, thank God.
“Honey, it is okay, lots of people shower outside.”
My kid’s think I’m funny,
Now I am just eccentric.
But, they are all grown, yet I am not alone.
My dog, a bird, and fish in the pond…
Amen.
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