Me

 

I build a castle inside me

And sit in it, aloof

I raise high walls to feel safe

And seal it fully with a roof

I look outside my windows

It's a pity, my vision is blurred

Whatever my pale eyes discern

Is all I can know of the world

The windows are covered in glass

On those I paint my heart

Sometimes magnificent

Sometimes falling apart

The scene outside is colorful

But are those colours true?

The colored panes make it hard

To tell the black from the blue

I have my own set of hues

That I color those panes with

But of what use are those hues

When I can see through their myth?

Yet the desire to paint

Is ruthless and I paint again

I struggle to scrub them off

And yet, the taints remain

Dark nights are the only respite

From colours, or so they seem

For colours are everywhere

In every dream I dream

I dream of a place to go

Beyond my dreams, and free

No castle, no windows, no colours

And no me inside me