The Fortress

The fortress has walls made of

Little specks of loneliness-

I am trapped within its walls.

I do not know where to go.

Outside these walls, birds sing

Soon, they too will fly away-

In search of food-

I cannot see them now-

They hide themselves well.

My heart longs for the day

I walked into a garden of love

And heard someone call me.

It was a dream, a speck of dream,

For I looked behind and found him gone.

The fortress is a million miles away

From the garden that perhaps exists

No more, no more.

The garden is gone. It will never reappear.

Counting my days,

I keep breathing the air of this fortress.

I am trapped here. I cannot escape.