Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Architect- Two poems

A city of refuge,
made of thoughts and ideas.
A jail I've created,
to which I run to escape.

Castles in the sky,
built on clouds
of wispy nothingness,
while down below,

the builder has no home.

1 comment:

  1. Dude, find a shul... even if it's not perfect, and a chevra... even if they're not exactly where you are.