Like a Tower

There are towers inside of fortresses

Their windows are shattered

Shards are everywhere

Only a few are unscathed

Doorknobs lie in pieces on the sooty ground

Papers and pens

Thoughts and memories

Are all scattered before these eyes

Wandering in and out of towers

One grows jaded

One grows worn

Ascending to the top in rugged conditions

Dust and debris adhere to togs

It is impossible to evade these fallen obstacles

Once the top of a tower is reached

All of the fortress can be observed

All disaster

All misfortune

All that is broken

Yet in the midst of the turmoil and wreckage

There is a lake

There is a lake that lies serene and motionless

It is untouched by any hindrance

It is a precious gift of relief and peace

The water is the only sliver life in this fortress

It lies in perfection

Amongst the broken towers