You may look into my castle

And see that there is no life,

You may look into my castle

And see that, there is only strife

You may look into my castle

And see that there’s a deadly plight  

My windows, are broken and covered with stain,

               And the halls are darkened, filled with a pain,

                        From the silent cries, of the totally insane,

My rooms are full of furniture, tattered and torn,

              And dust is scattered, from morn, to morn,

                       Collecting quietly, on carpet much worn,

My lanterns have dried, no light to be lit,

             Sad and confused, alone, shell I sit,

                     Patiently waiting, losing minds wit,

 The garden outside my castle, shall not grow,

            All the trees are leafless, that stand in a row,

                             And the earth around it, I can not sow,

For the ground has no life, it’s dead not alive

          Not a flower or seed, nothings to survive,

                               No life at all, nothing I surmise,

Just an empty lot of dirt, as high as my knees,

               All my doors are locked, yet have no keys,

                        And these are only, several of my needs

And those are just, some of my emotional sighs,

                Now do want to hear, what makes me cry,

                      Or would you rather, hear me say goodbye?

JRB/1/10           

                           My castle