he wears a crown atop his head
he listlessly cast his eyes aside
he hasn't the time for you and i
he hasn't the thought for men like us
onlookers shall call him brave
with his sheathed, knightly sword
with his chin tilted up in valiance
only if he stands up from his throne
he is born from the blood of ignorance
he hasn't known the scars of struggle
he keeps his hands securely steepled
he sees wars as a mere chessboard
as many men shall die by his voice
the throne will only grow more snug
far, far away there is a field of lost souls
but his eyes remain forever cast aside.
YOU ARE READING
red-stained fingertips
Poetryprose and poetry and blood and romance. a fucking stupid combination. ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ TW: some poems mention suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and eating disorders started in september of 2021 #4 in poetry 8 . 8 . 23
