Archive Selection--By Michael Todd--United States--Originally Published February 14, 2016

Fortress of Solitude 

Clever how you assess blame, right and left,

Cold, hard cynic with the eyes of a child.

So far, yet close, aware we are bereft

Of marrow, merely to share life beguiled.

Cunning how, on surface I smile. In turn,

You feign deference. Taken by surprise,

Lessons learned, ignored, choose rather to spurn

The obvious, which led to this demise.

Chasing ghosts is foolish folly. That said,

You cannot take what is not mine to give.

This bridge is too narrow for two to tread.

To forget, divine, leaves none to forgive.

Fortress of solitude, in field of dreams,

Imprisoned; illusion not what it seems.

(Author’s Note: The fortress of solitude here, is a grave.)

Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site... http://myketodd.blogspot.com/