Castle Of High Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Castle Of High



Castle of high
Heights
I think of heights
So
Recently:
The bated breath
The red eyes
The sorrows
The dreary waking up
On every morrow
High girth
Below a stream
Below the rocks
To blaring cataracts
Give birth:
Let me
Let me in this deafening sound
Shut out the Conscious World
And in the lap of the Sub-Conscious
Fade.

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