The Stone Tower

A Secret Tower Made Of Stone

Floats Upon Clouds, Hidden, Unknown

A Man Condones, Sadly Alone

A Foggy Night, Down Cast His Sight

From This Height, The Light Is Still Bright

Bound To This Stone Tower He Found

Long Ago He Remembers Ground

Still Stuck In This Cold Stone Tower

Silence Is This Tower's Power

Wind Slowly Rakes Him By The Hour


  • dusk arising

    Now this i could fancy. Living on my own chunk of earth like a cloud. And neighbors similarly existing but ever changing. I like it, but would i feel grounded? Inspirational writing.

    • Shine

      Thank you, dusk. I appreciate your feedback very much.

    • myself and me

      The stony tower might be a good place for a short break, but not for a life-long living. What happened to the lonely man inside?
      Feel the lonely in the writing.

      • Shine

        Well, what happens to the lonely man inside is for your imagination. Thanks on the comment m&m!

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