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My Castle Has Become My Tomb

The walls that make my castle, were built by my own hand, Built to protect myself inside, from a world I can’t understand. From a world that never understood me, or ever gave a care, so these walls went up in a hurry, within the depths of my despair. I fortified their foundations, and built them stone by stone, Never realizing all along, that they would leave me all alone. When someone tried to get in, I felt as though it was an attack, And so I’d build another wall, to push them further back. But now when I stand upon the ramparts, all I see within my gaze, Is an infinite expanse of walls, like a never ending maze. This maze doesn’t lead to the middle, or even from the middle out, Just a barrage of constant dead ends, that make me cry and shout. I never wanted this, I thought I’d be safe inside my shell, But now the walls are burning, and I’m dying in this hell. I didn’t want it to end like this, I just didn’t want to feel the pain, But now my castle has become my tomb, and I’m dying here in vain.
Collection: Pictures & Poetry (picture's description contains a poem)
Total Edition(s): 6
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