The castles we built
falls apart each day,
our dreams and hopes
dashed like they never existed
what more could they do
than they've already done.
The castles we built
have no foundation,
these walls keep caving in
but for how long
I'd imagine these walls
and how big they'd be
but alas they are desolate.
The castles we built
was once an edifice,
a fortress that never fell
Jericho had nothing on us
our walls are falling apart
like they were never built.
The castles we built
are now but history,
these rivers around us
keep drying up
I have no words
but prayers four these castles..
©Adiela Michael Osiah
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PoetryPoetry and inspiration Some of these poems are true life experiences, I just thought I'd share the beauty in light and dark poetry hope you'll enjoy it... P.S . Some of these are dark poetry so please be sure to read and vote
