Lost Castles


How easily and quickly love turns to hate.
One glance. One word and what once was warm is now an iced knife cutting and tearing.
A winter wind blowing through the cavity left raw.

What has happened to us? We used to be young and full of love and play.
Now we’re old, hard, bitter and not yet 30.
My heart is ice. Your words are flame. Searing my soul. Making ashes of me. Ashes of us.

How did this happen. How did this become us?
I’m lost in the dark searching for a kind face, a kind word, a familiar touch. A safe place. Home.
But only shards glare back. Silence.

We have lost our way. Each other.
Both out in the cold. Exiled. Walking a lonesome road covered with broken memories and guilty fragments.
Where did we go wrong? How did we come to this? Where do I go? Where are you going?

My heart is hollow. Wretched. Hard. Hours of darkness plod on. I have no sight of the way out.
When was it that we lost our grace?

Can we find a way back? I want to find a way back.
How easily a castle can be destroyed. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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