Fortress of The Past

A huge fortress of the past,
Dark and old stands tall aghast,
A lanky tomb on the top sits,
With deep claws of your wound it slits.

There are rooms in that fortress,
Tiny, Large, normal sizes,
All represent your past, and scathing wounds,
There are ghosts in that fortress, they have to offer you, different prizes, when you revisiting your wounds.

There lurks shadows and creeps loneliness in the corners of all the rooms,
Some witch shouts and stouts searching for it’s broom,
You lie dead in front of the doorstep to escape of this ghostly ghastly fortress of past,
But doors are locked and you stay there as a prisoner aghast.

The wound scathing up, covering with a scar,
They open and reek out your pain,
You howl and cry for mercy,
You the ghost must relish you in that never ending Darkness.

Before morning comes, the ghost and monsters latch on to you,
Witches and wizards fly and barge right out at you,
Before this night ends, your wounds are left open, dribbling out pain, healed scathe and scars,
It burns, cracking up the old pain again and you’re left with nothing to work with.

Now that you’re locked into the fortress,
Sun rise has arrived, wounds cracked open,
You stare at the locked, and think,
Is it ever going to pop open?

That fortress is your haunted past,
Have kept you imprisoned for the pains you caused,
You got too attached to your pain,
That you locked the door from inside and turned the key and threw it aside.

The key is nowhere to be found,
Trapped and surrounded by past ghost again the night comes,
It is up to you, to fight those ghosts of the past,
Or give up, let those play with you wounds.

Now that the key isn’t to be found,
You must barged right into the door and escape the fortress of the past,
Kick and break the door, and come out as a warrior.

Now that you’ve done that deed, there’s no greatness,
You were meant to come out of things trapping you inside,
Now, you must live up to your potential or else,
You’ll again, get thrown in this fortress,
Forever locked to never come out.

© Ashraf Shaikh

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