Here you are,
Here you are,
Right before me,
Stifling your sobs,
The rhythm of your whimpers a
Sadomasochistic serenade
Through the pain,
The joyous pain,
A hurt exploding worse with
Passing days.
Within agonized oceans lies
The treasure chest of pleasure
Somewhere inside it is my questing,
I beheld it for myself,
And saw
My reflection
Inside
The light of understanding
Knowledge-filled enchantments,
Brought me all I knew
But did not know
I lost.
And with the
Newfound Power
After several passing
Hours, I
Appeared from depths of
Melancholia
From this grand emergence
To new person I’ve converted
I see with brand new vision,
And now know
What you are.
And though I grieve for you,
I hate your far-out shape
And though I grieve for you,
I hate your far-out shape.
Your form bore the badge of queendom,
Even though you don’t believe it,
Metamorphosing to something
You thought the world would
Bow before.
But lo, everyone
Takes notice of
The eyesore magnum opus,
Tear-stricken monarch,
Banished from her throne.
My feelings have not lessened
In spite of your
Transgressions,
Though I want not
The falsehood of
A royalty
Impostor
Impossible mission,
Getting you to
Listen,
You can’t see, or
Refuse to say you’ve
Faltered.
Yes, I grieve for you,
But I know not if I should,
Yes, I grieve for you,
But ...
I know not if I should.
******
We all fall,
We
All
Fall
We hit the ground
Sometime
So refreshing,
Yet so sad,
To see you crash
Now
Everyone reduced themselves
Subjects in your
Queendom
You reviled in
All of this.
But ...
You wanted much more
A king was not enough
Your man must hypostatize
Divinity
But being God’s concubine
Left you
Alone
Exiled from royalty,
Longing for home
Stripped of your robes,
Stark nakedness
Unbelievable
But altogether
True.
The quiet castle life,
Poor fit
For you
But despite your
Fallenness
You sashay,
Head raised.
The person you are ...
I’ll never
Understand.
YOU ARE READING
Romantically Incorrect
PoetryBorn, raised, and currently living in Detroit, Michigan, Morgan Coby is a combination of many different things around him: the gritty realities of the city where he dwells, and the wondrous idealism from the fictional worlds of stories, cartoons, an...
