A leader will wear a mask
that covers the truth only for the sake of others,
they bear the burdens alone so long as the ones they love ask.
Hoarding the tears and hiding so for themselves until the time comes,
when the tears finally over flood.
A leader will love as if it's the last colour blasted sky they'd ever seen,
so that's why they have to stay strong,
the clan will depend on the leader as if they were their queen,
and a land belonging to a weak queen shall never belong.
But the river of tears will tread their way way out,
and eventually fall ugly,
revealing that the beloved leader is not so well built,
nothing more than a coward with a slender fantasy
that failed to protect the ones the leader loved and fancied..
YOU ARE READING
Just random stream of thoughts
Poesiemy exploration of poetry and perhaps short stories? I'll write all forms of poetry, but mostly free verse and haiku's because that's what I'm currently most familiar with! ; ) Enjoy!
