Title: Castle

Inside your castle, you ignore. Family, friends, and lovers.

Never pausing for a second, you hustle.

You need the finest things to show the world you made it,

that you've transcended their shame, their disappointing gaze.

A permanent smile on your face when all you desire to do is scream.

Who is listening?

a battered heart not filled with hope and dreams, but pain and sadness.

Then suddenly it happened,

a collision of metal and sweat, sending your world spinning.

sending your thoughts on her. Is this how she felt in her final moments?

The regret? the resignation that you wasted your years?

There, that void of hope finds you.

If you lay cold and motionless on the floor, would they carry you?

Would they weep for hours and months? Did you make them want to miss you?

Alone in your castle you built for years...rotting... collapsing...cursing....

tears linger on every surface, and every corner knows despair.

Your secret tomb where even the worms couldn't find the real you.

Yours in ink,

S.P.Lowe