This Castle

So much time

effort

blood and tears

and love

dedicated to constructing this castle,

this fortress,

it's walls are thick
and high

but it's doors are open

wide

and it's beautiful inside.

Many have been invited to stay

and each who's left

has a room awaiting them,

should ever they need shelter

I offer my fortress as a home.

So much time and effort

trying to figure out why so few choose to remain,

citizens in my queensland,

people pass through,

many pass by,

the doors are open

wide

most have used them for leaving.

If I knew why my halls remain empty,

what repairs are needed,

how to make it even more hospitable,

in a heartbeat I'd change it all,

but every time I renovate,

I lose more than I gain.

I fear my walls may thicken,

my castle crumble into ruin,

and my doors close forever,

before ever experiencing the feasts they were built to host.