The Dark Fortress of Memories

by Blueleo   Sep 27, 2008


Oh mind of mine how you became strong
These memories in darkness they belong
Your fortress grows invincible with years
Her walls layered thicker with many tears

The garrison outside has become black
Building defenses for what it may lack
No Knights here to defend from attack
Just one soldier to add layers and stack

Your guard towers have reached the sky
But beyond your walls a garden does lie
Beautiful with plants and grass so green
Blowing in the wind with beauty unseen

Let me enter oh great castle of privacies
For I wish to walk though my memories
The golden doors swing with an elegance
Slowly, yet smoothly in a perfect balance

The halls appear as the sun shines through
The darkness runs from the light that grew
A spark and flames now lights the old path
The titles on doors etch in a speedy wrath

Three paths are rolled before my own eyes
Youngest, the becoming and before demise
My heart yearns for a happy tale of youth
The youngest of me shares innocent truth

The first room, the door is so white and pure
The Crawl is the name that does still endure
I smile as I open the door and feet scattered
Old aunts house where my family gathered

Crawling and looking at their young faces
My aunt rises, walking with her fast paces
The tall are just lucky, moving with grace
They do not see any anger in this tiny face

Do not worry my dear me, soon you grow
You will walk to anywhere you wish to go
Door closes as a young me tries to stand
Thank God for diapers on which I will land

A door glimmers behind me with pink light
The door to my first love opens with delight
Sitting across from her at dinner with family
Her brother conversing and gesturing freely

Your blue eyes starring, your foot rubs mine
Heart racing, watching your father for a sign
Smiling to her discretely, and giving a wink
A memory shared only with my lady in pink

The door fades as a hallway begins to appear
Reality lurks outside and begins to draw near
The dark path is the only path for me today
Squinting to see what the door tags in it say

The door of lost memories may shed a light
A small hint should bring the lost into sight
A picture of a hammer hanging on a far wall
The hammer makes sense, a search to recall

Moving closer, clearer, the back seat of a car
Yes indeed, I do know exactly where you are
The cold air brings back reality all too soon
Time for imagination to sing to another tune

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  • 9 years ago

    by Blueleo

    Thank you all for your kind words, and I do apologize for the length. I actually cut it down quite a bit. I think the original was much better with many more rooms to walk through and a better description of the hallways and paths and the different great rooms and the hidden sword of justice. The rooms that didn't make it are the puberty frustration room, the lost and found room, the spring day room, the race room and others. Not to mention a more detailed description of the castle itself. This is a walk through my castle of memories that I build here and there for fun. Most of these are memories that came to pass but with a touch of class, lol. If people enjoy it enough, I might even make short revisits here and there. Breaking it into mini episodes. By the way, if you like this poem, check out another episode of it. It's the "The Fortress: Maze Garden of Peace"

  • 9 years ago

    by Blueleo

    Thank you all for your kind words, and I do apologize for the length. I actually cut it down quite a bit. I think the original was much better with many more rooms to walk through and a better description of the hallways and paths and the different great rooms and the hidden sword of justice. The rooms that didn't make it are the puberty frustration room, the lost and found room, the spring day room, the race room and others. Not to mention a more detailed description of the castle itself. This is a walk through my castle of memories that I build here and there for fun. Most of these are memories that came to pass but with a touch of class, lol. If people enjoy it enough, I might even make short revisits here and there. Breaking it into mini episodes.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ingrid de Klerck

    Your blue eyes starring, your foot rubs mine
    Heart racing, watching your father for a sign
    Smiling to her discretely, and giving a wink
    A memory shared only with my lady in pink

    ^^ I bet this was the memory you are most fond of!
    I loved the rhyming and the pace and well, it was a very entertaining poem.
    Well done, Bassel!

    take care!

    5/5 Ingrid