this is agonizing. waiting for what
you believe is right
to come and sweep you away.
It's not a fairy tale.
there is no happy ending, no royalty.
your castle is on a mound of
sorrowful words.
They cast them upon you.
but what could you have done?
nothing.
there’s no way for you to fight back,
for you have no army
Your kingdom is open to any and all evil.
its walls appear naked before the foreigners,
it is dejected and downcast.
why are your hopes up?
for you are just a spirited soul
in a broken kingdom.
your land is deserted,
your people are foul.
tell me why you bother keeping the exterior
when nobody even knocks at the door.
the gates have been shut for so long,
I'm afraid they no longer open.
you walk the halls with high hopes.
you do not match the pitiful display inside.
but somehow, both the heart-wrending rooms
and the cheerful you exist together.
for your joyfulness drifts throughout
each saddened corridor.
but the color of opportunity
never seeps into its frame.
it’s like a light
floating through a dark room.
it only lights up the area it covers.
you don't have the power to fill it all.
So there you will stay
In the middle of the black.
Not enough energy to be happy,
But just enough to have hope.
You’re just a spirited soul
In a broken kingdom.
