There he sits in his flat
Staring out at the grey façade
His home not a home to him
Just bricks and mortar he feels apart
No feeling of belonging
No comfort of the homely feel
Just bricks and mortar
None of it seems real
He’s moved to many places
But never settled right
Nowhere feels like home
Just bricks and mortar day and night
Will he ever find his castle
His cottage or windmill?
Until he does he’ll just have to settle
For bricks and mortar still
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jul 11, 2012
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