THE CASTLE...

A poem of how a child believes his home to be a castle...

My shelter,
the castle of gold,
was once my home-sweet-home,
running through its doors I sang,
through its corridors I galloped!

Deep, deep,
mazes I solved,
dark corners I lighted with laughter,
sweet memories I planted in floor white,
upon my pillow...alone sometimes...I cried!

By its fountain tall I played,
its water splashing all around,
with awe I looked at the portraits tall-
and smile I did at them all!

But then,
I left, or it left me so to say,
somewhere in my mind I keep,
those long lost corridors,
where someday I hope,
to gallop again...to be free!

Till then,
I weep silently,
though the tears...they come not-
laughter ends at the strike of a joke...
cruelty grips...and only fear follows...

Castle it was to me,
my golden castle tall-
and though many a castle I see...
it was MY castle...
deep and long!

Author's Note

I have changed 8 houses in just 14 years...but only one...my first one is the best for me!