Castle Poem

Well, Thanksgiving came and went, and I am still here, alive and well for the most part. Trying to make myself aware of the things I told myself I was thankful for yesterday, and stay grateful despite the fact that the inevitable depression of the holidays has not spared me in the least this year, and has managed to find me here. The one good thing is that we had yard for a long time with all the tents and I got to entertain an entire compound and also spend some time with my buddy Tex. Also my grandparents on my mom's side came to visit me today on their way back to San Diego. It was a very nice visit I must say. My grandparents are very sweet and kind old people who can even warm the cold atmosphere of a jail visiting center. They are very pleasant to be around and I enjoyed their company as much as possible under the circumstances.

Ryan the teacher went home, Goofy the master landscaper went home, and in this next week there will be a whole new batch of fresh fish here to fill the empty bunks. I will no doubt watch them come and go as I remain here, me and Spider.

Castle Poem by Jordan

If this is the castle I was appointed to protect, then why am I the only soldier left?
Why do I feel sick loyalty to this kingdom though I must fight it daily within myself?
Why is the place I love also the place I hate?
And how can I ever dream of loving a place designed to make me feel hated?
If there's one thing this structure has is an abundance of Hate.
Hate and rules. Hate for the rules.
The same hate for the rules that put them here is the same hate for the rules that will keep them here.
The same hate for the rules that fuels this place.
So why do I feel I must defend this broken castle and its blind and cold inhabitants?
Because they are my immediate family.
And right now this castle is all I have.