You watch from the sidelines:
Impassive, straight faced.
You see the moon labour and yawn its way up the horizon, yet
It becomes bored, therefore creeps behind thick cloud to find some solitude.
There’s no romance to be found in floating rocks, after all, is there?
No romance in you.
Far off your ears suddenly ring with the sound of violence.
Cold screams and helpful sirens bounce from badly placed houses.
The cries of broken souls blend like sour milk in hot coffee
With anger’s pointless storm.
You turn away.
There’s nothing you want to do.
There’s little you feel you can do.
Inside your heart beats, but
Isn’t it just like a soft-spoken plaintiff in a room full of roaring defendants?
You step slowly back inside your castle.
Nobody can breach those walls,
They can pound and remonstrate from far below.
They can send emotional boulders crashing against the cold stone, but
They will never break through.
They can attempt to tunnel under your foundations, but they go way down deep on dark days don’t they?
You listen for the echoes of the ghosts of Christmas past as you slouch up the steep stairway.
Even Marley’s turned his back on lessons today.
Tomorrow a new school day begins.