the king sits lonely again, in a circle full of unfamiliar friends

another day

another sigh,

another long

tiring night,

holding on

for raw strength

only letting go

with more lies,

so many bitter tears

have reached the lashes

of my eyes,

i am

 often the villain

but this time

 i cant find,

any more reason

to bark

or to bite,

they’ve taken me

off the throne

that i held

for only as long

as they liked,

not to demean

 but to be

a not to far

away light,

but apparently

they want me

in the open space

so that my soul can hide

  1. Had the sense of ‘social pressure’ playing a role within the poem.

  2. amazing.


  3. Nice write

  4. This is amazing I love your ending about being in the open light so your soul can not hide

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