Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Lonely Throne

I pity you
your small world
created out of uncertainty
your answering terror
when someone cares for you
and you feel returning warmth
welling up... almost
oozing out to them
but stopping just in time
to prevent what?
Happiness unreserved?
licking your wounds
with salt
so you can say you hurt
I will not violate
the sovereignty
you have given yourself
a king after all
always rules alone
in the end