A magnificent king
Slack against the wall;
See how gallant he stood,
So poised. Now posed, he
Silently plays a fool.
Strung with the guts and heart
His spirit is tossed;
How noble he once stood,
He lived. Now stiff, We
Hunt for what has been lost.
Helplessness reigns so true
Without your loved one;
Who fell limp when you stood,
With pain. Now dead, I
Weep to think you're alone.
Why must the hunter kill
In such haste and hate;
Ignorant of your stance,
If wise? Now done,
I ask my question late.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry, the Stars; and whatever Space lies between
Thơ caPoetry from my teens. Rather edgy, slightly disjointed, questionably articulated.... Not unlike my life.
