I think aloud and my thoughts do echo through out the noiseless sound,
the rumbling ramble that is my mind, sitting in shadows alone, paying my due time.
Caged in self imposed exile, chained to solitude as all I know.
I can’t understand how to leave this castle I’ve built when it’s all I have and all I own.
Nor do I have the keys to open the gates to another, to let someone in.
So I’m trapped in this citadel, this castle of mine, with only my thoughts and my echo as a friend to my darkened time.
If only I’d not locked the door behind me, if only I’d not built my walls so high.
Maybe then at least the moon or sun could be my friend, something else to get me by.
But alas it’s not to be, I’ll be trapped in this darkness forever with not even shadows for company.
I’ve found now, with this exile of mine, perhaps it better to risk the dagger and open the door, than dwell and silence without a single smile for warmth.