Castle Of Pain

          I was 19 years old when I first entered a castle. I assumed it was a castle judging by the way how a castle really looks like. It has flags of different colors all over it and towers of distinctive sizes surrounding its boundaries. The name of the castle? King Arthur’s Palace located at the heart of Pasig City. Yah it’s a motel all right but a castle truly worth entering.

           It’s funny how I was able to fool myself that I’ve been in a castle that time because after 5 years I actually was able to build my own castle. What an asshole!  I have my queen and I’m the king. But unfortunately my castle didn’t last long as I expected it to be. My reign as a king ended after years of wanting to re-unite my people and pleasing my queen.

           I was a great king then, I was loyal, true, dedicated and a good provider but no one believed me even my own people and worst my queen. Since then everyday was a struggle that eventually led to many more defeats. I was fighting my own battles alone without the help of anyone. I wanted to defend more my castle but after sometime I decided to finally surrender my territory with my life and soul on it and accepted my downfall. I don’t think its all worth the sweat and exertion.

            Yah! It’s been a long time now but my castle of pain still has never left my consciousness. Subconsciously, I’ve been wanting to reclaim it and rule it once again but I don’t think it’s possible at the moment. Its boundaries are guarded properly and I don’t think I still have the characteristics of a king that I once possess. After what happened, my dream of becoming a king once again will remain to be a dream. Not in this lifetime, that I’m sure of!