Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

crows in the room perching on the sill they croon squawk,  and cock their heads asking you what are waiting to do what do you have to prove nothing lady it's alright just move with the winds' tune

When masking the lack with the Last Chance Mask the physically weak the agonizing grief.. It's easier to reap Petals, with weak roots bleeding toes in combat boots when rain drenched they must be removed Revealing the truth breaking the rouse And so back to the static state of affairs lives me in a cold,  but charismatic lair Sweetly stalwart mask is removed and under, it's bruised.. with frustration and tears winding, crawling fears.. The condundrum of horrors is hard to reveal to form let alone sustain true hope within zeal And the rain to be frank, well it's a monsoon pouring and pouring I'm trying to breathe let alone hum a tune.. When you cannot achieve the ability to leave  what really is a private hell to reach reprieve from this well  and so the wounds swell With water and heat too tepid to ble...