Fortress Poem by Allistair Solomon

Humans, we build fortesses
to keep others held out.
My fortress is a prison
built of pain and doubt.

In my cell it's barren
There's no one to call my own
my fate must be to sit here
so cold and all alone

Of better times I fantasize
times filled with hope and grace
times when I could hold my dear
and gaze into her face

Alas! My hope is all fo nought.
No enjoyment shall I find
Destiny has him stranded
alone in my own mind