To the world my head stays high
Battered by life and left for dead
Hopeful eyes ever look to the dark night sky
I am a fortress unassailable by the troubles of man
Inhumane stoic, bred by frigid existence
Cold forbidding solitary stone
Denying asylum to strangers in the night
Away from superfluous being
Away from the minute cracks lining the icy façade
The tiniest glimmers of humanity and weakness
I am a fortress unassailable by the warmth of man
Windows to the soul fogged with unshed tears
Resolutely upward gazing in hopes of basking in one sweet sunrise
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