I'm an alcoholic with little or no taste.
I drench myself hourly,
Like it's a ritual.
Continuously numbing pain from two years ago, with constant heartache.
With all honesty I'm scared to disappoint.
Growing up as my father who I refused to be like.
I was scared of growing into his shoes.
I was scared of living.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
