Citadel

From my citadel I see the world
Images unfocused dance in symmetrical windows
await the arrival of new conflicts
New questions

get what life gives them the
Bitter or sublime

From my citadel I see the world, and
Dirty of surprise
I look in the mirror smiling
Inert, beatenCitadel

All layers of faded faces

In my city the pain goes away
Between bombs, splinters and bruises
For myself screaming voice that was not

In my city I'm not wanted
I'm a river, I'm nothing.

by Nick harrison