Unknown King

His pride is everything,
He won't ask anyone for help,
He takes pride in strength,
He asks no one for help,

Weakness is his enemy,
So he seeks to overcome,
In the presence of his fears,
He stands even if tempted to run,

What purpose does a weak man serve?
How pitiful if he cowars in fear and loses his nerve,
The world will berate him,
Neither love nor hate him,

He's fallen and has no choice but to ask for help,
He questions if his lover sees the pain in his eyes, when he thinks of not being able to provide,
They see his aggression, but not the storm that brews inside,

A thousandths of lightning bolts scatter across the dark sky,
Thunder so lound the earth itself trembles in fear,
The rain crashes into the earth, and he seeks quite, he seaks peace, when he tries to take shelter he is cast away,
If he should call for help,
He is worthless, is what they say,
The worth of the soul is overlooked,

The depth of his pain is nothing to consider,
Without material wealth, it's difficult for him to find a lover,
He has no safe space,
No wear to take shelter or cover,

He hides his vulnerabilities,
Even if gifted and has special abilities,
No one takes the time or aids him to unleash his potential,

He will labor away for the sake of love,
His every thought will be on those whom he cares deeply for,
But is there ever a single thought for him?

He is loved for what he can provide,
But not for who he is inside,
To love him as he is is seen as a sin,
He still tries not to yield to this nor give in,

With gold or silver, he's stripped of his status as a king,
Does his wisdom speak no value?
Does his Valor mean nothing?
Does his bravery, heart, and soul mean nothing?

The lime light prioritizes the worldly and materialistic things,
Leaving in the dark, the unknown king.