Terror rips through the defensive layers
I've grown since you left
The walls blockading my heart
Are fit to crumble;
The mortar chipped away with incessant attacks
The bricks precariously balanced one atop another
Ready to fall with the slightest breeze.
The wind stings my eyes,
Blows cold against my flesh
(Seemingly soft
Yet calloused to stiffness)
Wariness in my every move
As I walk along this overgrown path,
Looking for
The Castle
Prince Charming
Anything I'd recognize
Any hint of memory of the good life,
Of days long gone.
Disconsolate and alone,
I make my way,
Just barely
Through this wicked dream trail.
Desperate for anything,
I'd even settle for the poison apple
With a glass of acid rain water.