Castle On the Hill
am I my own castle on the hill?
here in my loneliness....
away from reality...my issues... your issues
some call it aloofness
that my life is empty
superficial......
my foundations,
made with my own sweat and tears
bricks hewn from my heart
moat filled
with my blood
spilled by my own hand.
"is my life style pretentious"....is ...
my castle built on firm ground ....no
a princess far removed from normality
awaits the crunch of boots on the stone below
only the devil holds out a hand with a welcome
my eyes are too biased to see the light of hope
what is your castle on the hill
is it your thoughts, ones you have hidden away
or ones wandering your mind whilst you....
await, that kiss from a frog.
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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