Forced to Move On

So much has happened within the realm of knowledge. Even in the workshop, everyday toils were made enjoyable by those surrounding myself. It was a last bastion of familiarity before it finally came to an end. I've grown to know this place, enjoy this place, even when I hated it. It was familiar. The faces were comforting. And now they are slowly sealed away in their compartment that was that life. Not completely locked away but forever removed and no longer belonging to it. Much like a photograph cannot be relived.

How much I took for granted. How oblivious I was to how much I truly valued my position. Much like being forced to find a new dwelling on my own without the aid and companionship of The Bearded one. Known for all those years and then placed elsewhere in life. I don't fault him for it; his life is his own. It's the pain of the creeping attachment being pulled away much like vine from an old stone wall. Tis my nature that is my undoing and cause of this pain. A pain that will pass but yet is a force pressed within my chest until it passes.

.................how I pray for a place to lay down my own roots.

Suffering Silence

Two kingdoms at war through sheer existance, both bristling when in the pressence of another. Foreign powers know not of the stifling dark held over the other. It remains where is should be, in the past. A past in much need of burning.

I know my limits. After a year they had been reached and then some. To live with the hostility and smothering odor of disregard to one is more than I could bear. Yet I bore it. No place I could call my own without the burn of something detested. There was no home, only pits of habitation. That was then and will forever be then. Nevermore will it ever be 'now'. Leave it to die its much deserved death without the perversion of what now stands.

...................here it lies and here it shall remain.

Amnesia

They came flooding back, like bats before a breaking dawn. Past actions, fleeting moments, and bliss hung together only to be burned by the morning light. What had once been a place of joy had turned back in on itself, into that of apathy.

These memories, not often thought about, still evoke more attachment than what is comfortable. They were good once. Now they are simply regret.

..........................burn the past.

No Rest for the Guilty

The Fool prances and shakes, wallowing in his brief moment of triumph. Oh how the tables have turned and this one knows it. Idle fortress of cold solitude shudders again as its foundations are tested with the king's latest act of shame. Bound in chains he lies trapped, bearing his punishment for so foolishly dropping his guard and indulging in such fruitless activities. Now only the shame and guilt of inflicted pain adorn his head, his new crown. Just penance is due for this crime.

Be you reminded of this feeling should you ever be tempted again. The lashes of a weeping and broken heart are not felt by you this time around but by one you felt compelled to string along. Oh but 'twas not to string along! Simply was it to proceed blindly, unaware as to where such a place would end up. And lo, the destination is one of disgust and a sad state of affairs. The feeling of betrayal is ripe in one's chest...but not yours. Remember this well.

.................a simple lapse in judgment.

Sometimes...

...I just don't know.

Slammed Shut

Shadow collides with stone, the unmoving versus the unknown, a battle lost. Failure to move from shifting ground come so sudden left nothing but chasm beneath the foundation that was the isolated fortress. A gaping abscess with nothing to fill it. The Romantic is locked away for the rest of his life, denied any chance of reprieve, solace. The One From the Past has once again returned to memories where they will remain, not to return. All is grey, washed out, dim gloom gripping without remorse. A cause not sufficient for the consequence, this fortress falls once more to shambles of broken, fragile rock, a ghost of the lost.




.............I don't deserve this.

Challenges of Obstacles

Rising from the oily shadows has emerged a being whose might denies all who approach him from seeing the light of future achievement. Time progressively moves forward, hurtling toward this gargantuan creature with little to no regard whom it has caught in its net. No longer does this fortress of ice rely on cold isolation and grim determination to withstand what would tear down its walls, eyes now open wide, they see the inevitable collision.

Frantic work must be done, yet, residing in solitude this kingdom sits dormant, numb to the impending crisis. So many plans and wishes had for the future, naught to be realized should it remain the way it does, silent. A lone figure stalks the dank, frigid halls, muttering words of unknown to all who would hear, but only the stones do. He brings his own shadow to bear upon the snared parapets, an indecisiveness and anxiety not known for quite some time. The Cynic, with all his accusations and sharp rebukes towards what has been done, mindlessly travels the lengths of corridors spouting as much as he can before his future comes to pass.

Yet another resides within, placed upon the throne, the one who would guide this once forsaken bit of rock to a higher plane of existence. Once moving through half-lidded eyes now are cast abroad to the immense shadow yonder external gates. Before, half-blind to the dangers of the world, sliding around, through, and over all that battered away the cold stone's resolve, wide eyes see and feel the hot breath of the real force of danger approaching, turning once vacant, chilled, mortar to soft, easily moved rock. The Realist faces a new foe in the form of the world, his white knight of Confidence all but side stepping the looming shadow, and all the while the fool, Romantic, plays tunes upon his stings hoping to swoon the One from the Past all the more. Dire straights such as these demand a new course of action...but what?



.............an anchor dragged along the ocean floor.