Trapped In The Wake Of A Dream

Walk me to my grave.
Take this tiresome fear that bestows upon me
Another's tomb,
When the wind so restlessly whistles
The obscenities of my name.

I am but a grain of architecture.
Placed where the blue print reads.
I feel as the horoscope portrays.
I was born into forewarned Death.
To take a breath at the bottom of the Pool.

Who bears the keys of the castle?
When the fortress is wilted and grey?
Is this really mine?

I had no say in procreation.
Am I just holding it for a friend?
While all that life is,
Is just probation.