Morning sun///poems

Hold on

Hearing you
Screaming
Dying
In the pain
I put you through

For my cowardice
Is a menace
And the queen
Sees it all

The queen
Made of plastic
Laughs down
Because we
Let her

So when she turns the world
To pits of hell
We will pat her
on the back

For we have no emotions
Or ability to think
For oneself
Because the queen
Will kill you
With the snap
Of a finger

I told you
To listen to her
Show no fear
Show nothing

But instead
You yell at the queen herself

Stupid frankly

But seeing
My love on the ground
Blood spewing
From your lips

I have to stop
Please world
Hold on
For one second

Give me air
for I am suffocating
Under the queens feet

Please world
Give me food
For I am staving
Under the queens wrath

Wrath?
Can I hold it?

Is it an object
Can it be won
Can I take a glimpse

Happiness?
What's that?

Is it magic
Can I feel it?

Is it an emotion
I've only heard of those
From people before time
Of our queen

Not our queen
She is a monster
Behind that plastic
Holds true horror

So world
Hold on
And let me reavel
The evil that lies
Far behind the queens palace

To the forest
No one has ever been
Were I will die in vain
Because the world
Will never hold on
Unless I make it myself

So goodbye
And for even one second

Hold on