I blew up the gates to allow more and more
Perspectives drenched in blood and gold
Coming home to clean their souls
In the portico of my castle
Flooded with my tears
My fears, allies sailing on angry boats
Strangely so, they all got new clothes
In the portico of my castle
Just to create the same old magic
Pull the plug on this stubborn dream
Where I see, love turning into screams
In the portico of my castle
Grief, starts a war, and my heart
Tries to raise a white flag in despair
Once there was, evidence of love and care
In the portico of my castle
However, finite nonetheless
Acceptance can reinforce a roof
While disappointment blows up all that proof
In the portico of my castle
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 29th, 2024 04:50
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 5
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