In This Castle Poem by Micah Krahn

In This Castle; where I live, it is my fortress, The King's Keep.

Impenetrable. Impossible. Inescapable.

In This Castle; where no beasts of fury invade these walls. Willful imprisonment behind these walls,
these fragile stems of glass, castle of glass.

Trapped inside, shackled to technology.

Why does this feel like a prison, and not a castle?

In This castle; I feel like a voodoo doll. Stab me with a knife, witness how the absurd begins to unfold.
Bloodied by my forsaken electronics. My head is stabbed full of pins and needles, all this stuff is just stuff.

In This Castle; where the demons trapped in my eyes forsake their limitless screams in my ears.
forever entombing their lifeless shells in my gutless humanity.

No cure in sight. I must get out of this tomb.

In This dark and gloomy Castle; where magic is an escape of torrid consequences. Imagination runs wild.
Ruling beasts and slaying dragons, saving the princess and protecting the kingdom from evils unslain.

Alas, In This lonely tower of the King's keep.
It is where I am, for in my head where this story takes place is known as the Castle in which I live.