The Rubble of a Crumbled Fortress

Usually how I feel after my parents attack...

Alone in the night I run,

Expecting a sign but there is none.

Hoping for a chance for fun,

But alas, this entangle has me undone!

 

My fortress stood high, my towers tall,

I always had marveled-it could never fall!

The walls were thick, wide were the halls,

But then it came… that wrecking ball.

 

To and fro the pendulum swings,

Time ticking as I counted my things.

Looking lovingly at my platinum rings,

But now I remember, I am no more a king.

 

This shadow of death smothers me,

The poisons of hate swirling in my tea!

This aching wound-was I stung by a bee?

The sight of my pain makes them revel in glee…

 

So they say, time heals all wounds,

And so it shall, very soon!

For in my hour of peril, their typhoon

Shall be its own undoing, its sealed doom!

 

Reviews

[Hope]

Awesome rhyme scheme! Descriptive and gives the readers a picture of what's going on. Nicely written