An Architects Dream (Not the song) (An original poem composition written by me)

An Architects Dream

My castle was calling out to me

The ancient singing library

The passage had brought pain to me

A fabric clung around my knee

And today, I brace like donkey

Dotted down by playing monkey

The scar has all but gone away

Brought to my mind, in by our play

That intellect’s undeserved at the age

That hadn’t I proved in accepting pain?

Or being dazed by higher thought?

I climbed to find a lighted spot

And through the window I will tell

I caught my eye upon a bell

And near the tower, there was a man

Whom lost the sound that came to him

I covered up the wound inside

Faced with chalk, and a tall metal slide

Some horses and heroes did look down at me

Lines like these, have got to be;

An architects dream.

I wrote this poem about the first scar I ever got, which I received by running full speed at a very lovely library. The Oldest in part of my state. I tripped on a curb… It was when I was four and it hurt really bad. I fell on my head and knee. My knee is where the scar is at. This library does have a bell and a mural of horses and people. I clearly reference the song Kate Bush wrote about this oil painting https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Architect%27s_Dream. This poem for me is about a sort of sacrifice for knowledge :P