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Created on: June 02, 2008
"My Fortress"
Alone and yet not lonely
I take refuge in my isolation
And joy in my own little world
A world without care or worries
A world where I depend on nobody
In this place I can't and won't care what others think
Otherwise my refuge would be no more
Instead I keep it to myself and let no one in
This seems the safest place for me
My mind free as the birds outside my window
And myself free to be me
This place of mine is a fortress for my heart
And so surrounded by the strongest walls
It shall never be broken
This place is a safehouse for my body
And so it shall never be taken forgranted
This place of mine is like a paradise
And an inspiration for my less morbid writing
A place where I can only dream of the most beautiful things
The most peaceful places
No nightmares can torture me here
No pain can find me
In this place I can at least imagine for some moment
That my dreams are not hopeless
A place where the fact that nothing is impossible is actually true
But when I leave my fortress to return to the real world
Fear is all around
Life is all around and death is inevitable
Here in the real world, the real truly scary world
Everything is inevitable
Here, the blind do not see
The mute do not speak and the deaf do not hear
People suffer every day
Some who seem so happy, prosperous, are alone but not lonely
This is what I separate myself from
This is what I avoid
But that it affects those around me
Is not something I can ignore
And so lately I stay within my world more often
But the walls of my fortress begin to crack
The beauty of my paradise is fading
As my world and the real world
Begin to clash every day
And my refuge is disappearing slowly
I have but my writing to keep it alive
And the person I found in this
Now ailing, isolation to keep me going
And by doing this I shall not
Forget to depend only upon myself
Instead of those around me
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