Castle Walls
Peace, peace, but not a moment to be found,
No closet or armoire is free from the sound,
For now your enemies live here in your head—
Sitting at your table—
Waiting in your bed—
And who is to blame for their being inside?
What use, castle walls,
When the gate’s open wide?
~ Quent Cordair
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“Castle Walls” is from the My Kingdom collection of poems, short stories, & short plays for stage & screen, now available in paperback and Kindle editions.
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