royal pain.
lost in the desert,
wandering in a barefoot mile,
a quarter life crisis he hides
behind a precious smile.
"alone again," a voice echoed like a dream.
he looked up to the sky and saw
the night waved its darkness upon him.
squinting his eyes where the stars twinkled back.
"it's nice to be alone", he answered as his voice cracked.
dry lips, soaring throat, and trembling legs
he could only do was to sigh, and take another breath.
but as the wind grew colder,
he thought of the warm embrace of
a treasure he once held
the queen of his heart, his saving grace.
her smiles, as his blanket; that made him melt.
her voice, as his bed, a comforting shelf.
her mind, as his pillow; one of the reasons why he fell.
nothing feels right at the moment
he's just searching for a sense of fulfillment
he walks around the clock,
but still couldn't tell the time.
he continues his journey to get her back,
even he himself lost his track.
he walks around the clock
and as the day turns dark,
he'll remember the moments
where they still have a spark.
"i can wait until you're ready,"
he remembered uttering those words.
"still, let's stop. you're just too good for me."
Her voice echoed, holding back the pain.
it made his heart shatter, as he take all the blame.
while gathering the broken pieces,
it continues calling her name.
when she left, the kingdom fell.
and so he wanders off the desert
searching for a magical well.
hoping that the water can cleanse the memories of the past
where he thought that their bond could forever last.
but now, he's just lost in the desert
trying hard to forget and
keep on reminiscing the start to once try again.
confused or dazed, he can't quite tell.
It's a zodiac of a never-ending shift.
because in the battle of love,
the king lost
a piece of himself
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
