I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...
Friday, April 22, 2011
Poem 190: Castle
Watching towers rising
Like sand amongst a war
Being built and torn apart in pieces
An outsider couldn't know
A world covered in confusion
A thought thats frozen into stone
Watching towers rising
Like a prisoner of war.
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