We built castles in a future captivated
By mystery
We grew tolerant and ever-growing
We slept at peace with are hearts and minds
But we ravaged are thoughts with the wobbling future
We lost contact with what we once knew
And you knocked down are castle
You broke my tolerance
And now I sleep with tormented memory tearing away at my heart
But what do I know.
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Author:
Plato’s whispers (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’ve lost and I’ve loved but every time I’ve loved I’ve lost, so it must mean something.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I feel what you're saying in the poem here. At least to me it's like how we build false exteriors to impress or fit but they always come crashing down, authenticity has the best foundation.
Is the misspelling of "our" (are) purposeful?
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