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Silent Shadows of A Castle's Dance
In the biggest ballroom that once held the loudest Galas.
Into the biggest pocket of time where echoes surround us.
Empty and abandoned this castle is a lot like most people.
Happy, full of life, and glowing as the days go by.
Until one small tick causes a ripple in time.
A place that used to hold so much management.
Now so empty and left abandoned and stranded.
If you think about it, this castle could represent my love.
The love I’ve had for you that I can’t contain very well.
I’ve tried to push you away but god it hurts like hell.
Because you’re no good for me in this place of my own personal hell.
I love you but, like this place, that love feels like I’m chasing my own echo.
I’ve second guessed my shadows and my own voice from a distance.
I’ve chased down what I thought to have been ghosts.
But still I’m sitting in just an empty castle.
As empty as it could be.
Not a sound for miles, just me, it, and the midsommar breeze.
Hopefully one day you’ll show up and put me at ease.
To let me know this chasing I’ve been doing for so long won’t go unseen.
But better yet not to chase it, and let it come to me.
I’ve tried doing both but I’m stuck here helplessly.
Hopefully the day you show up to put me at ease.
It’ll be soon and not for another century.
Because like this castle that’s been left to sit and be forgotten,
There are a few things that it, and I have in common.
You see we both share the hope that the ones we were built for, decide to finally come home.
Into the biggest pocket of time where echoes surround us.
Empty and abandoned this castle is a lot like most people.
Happy, full of life, and glowing as the days go by.
Until one small tick causes a ripple in time.
A place that used to hold so much management.
Now so empty and left abandoned and stranded.
If you think about it, this castle could represent my love.
The love I’ve had for you that I can’t contain very well.
I’ve tried to push you away but god it hurts like hell.
Because you’re no good for me in this place of my own personal hell.
I love you but, like this place, that love feels like I’m chasing my own echo.
I’ve second guessed my shadows and my own voice from a distance.
I’ve chased down what I thought to have been ghosts.
But still I’m sitting in just an empty castle.
As empty as it could be.
Not a sound for miles, just me, it, and the midsommar breeze.
Hopefully one day you’ll show up and put me at ease.
To let me know this chasing I’ve been doing for so long won’t go unseen.
But better yet not to chase it, and let it come to me.
I’ve tried doing both but I’m stuck here helplessly.
Hopefully the day you show up to put me at ease.
It’ll be soon and not for another century.
Because like this castle that’s been left to sit and be forgotten,
There are a few things that it, and I have in common.
You see we both share the hope that the ones we were built for, decide to finally come home.
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