MACÉDOINE [Poetry]

KINGDOM OF ISOLATION

Chained by her pains,
Her self manufactured foes that cane,
Handcuffed with hatred and darkness,
Stood twixt life and hell,
With illusions of being well,
But drowning in an ocean of pains.

A queen of her kingdom,isolation she calls it;
Wearing a black robe made with strings of pain,
Crown of sorrow that shields her when happiness rain,
Possessing desperation as maids,"Hope Moppers"they're titled;
Mopping away Hope whenever it spills on the tiles,
Guards made of anger,fighting and destroying smiles,

Tiring her eyes with tears,
With them,she burns her fears,
Boiling bitumen rushing through the veins,
Fueling the rising prisoned flames,
Roasting the heart mercilessly,
Demons tormenting the soul with the scariest nightmares ever;
Nightmares that were the Queen's prisoners.
In a universe of darkness and pain she's living.

@poetickaleidoscope