The Fortress

With the sunlight on my face, All the walls surrounding me; opaque, The outside world completely efface, I found myself, now awake. The fortress of my captivity, Keeping me alive but still, The fortress of my incompetency, The last of me it killed. The pleasure it tingled, Cannot be replaced, Still I wish to run away, To the land outside these gates, All the gold I have, Is nothing but metal, All the joy I need, Is not for what I’ve settled, This fortress of my solitude, Forever screaming the pains it felt, This fortress of my extinction. With me, dying many deaths. Curtains in this room, Stopped speaking now, Left their bodies here, And heart outside the realm, astound. It’s marvellous how miserable I am, With all the wonders at my foot, The jewels, the pleasures, Even so, I’d love to take all my plans and scram. The palace of illusion, I am living in, Has given me more than I ever deserved, Yet the feeling of me belonging in the field, Is something I’ve always preserved . The fortress of my hopelessness, Falling down now, With the reign of my lord changing, In front of an unknown king we bow, Thrown out of this boundary, Helplessness prevails, But the joy it brought me, I set a new sail. For life has always been, Catastrophic, Dreadful it seemed, It felt worthwhile now, Alas! It is just a dream.