His throne by Stephen W Roberts
Posted on Wednesday, August 27 @ Eastern Daylight Time by Netwolf76
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StephenWRoberts writes "So here he is,
Sitting all alone.
Lost in loneliness,
Here on his throne.
This king of broken hearts,
Feeling sends chills to the bone.
Left lost in this world,
Here all on his own.
From deep within his chest,
He lets out a groan.
His mind and heart,
Trapped in a cyclone.
A king on his throne,
Apon his head placed a crown.
A Symbol of sadness,
He wears with a frown.
Somehow he got this way,
Became a royal clown.
A shell of his former self,
Of a man of such renown.
His Tears fall apon his cheeks,
He has never felt so down.
So much he feels submerged,
He fears that he may drown.
A man with a sunken heart,
If only his life could expire.
Move on into the next life,
From life simply retire.
Though this is not all true,
To say so would make him a liar.
To smile once again,
Is what he does require.
To be filled with happiness,
Trully burn with the fire.
To feel that once again,
Is what fuels his desire.
But that is not a real feeling,
Simply formed from his night.
Stripped from imagination,
For his own delight.
He does long for her,
His soul she can ignite.
To take away his sorrow,
Bring him into the light.
This is the real world not a fairy-tale,
Though he wants it with all his might.
He may not be able to love so true,
She is not able to save him in white.
He says it outloud,
All alone it is all that he hears.
She doesn't exist in this world,
Which is a plague apon his ears.
Even if she did exist,
In time she also disappears.
Leaving him lonely once again,
Left only with his souvenirs.
Which is why he is drowning,
Alone in his tears.
A king in his thrown,
Forced to face all of his fears."
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