I've been in a group home for a couple months...Now I'm living at a friend's...Haven't had good internet acesss in a while. A thought I've been mulling over for a while: How does Arthur feel, being tossed from this throne? I'm sorry to anyone waiting for America the Beautiful... I'm trying to recoupe, people. =P
CRITIQUES VERY WELCOME. AND WANTED I never got very much instruction on poetry, but I like trying =)
Where is my throne?
Where is my crown?
Where is the world
I once sat upon?
Why is there
a person to my right?
To my left but a peasant.
But to him what am I?
The sun
She sets on me now.
Does she even rise like then?
I'm so unsure of this.
Have I lost her trust?
For reaons what?
I now stand between.
Somewhere in the middle.
Magnificent were you,
In a castle of blue
Maids decked in white.
All I saw was your splendor,
But overshadowed are you now.
As king I acted
As king I was.
As king I am no more.
A child I am reduced to.
And the feeling,
Oh, how unnatural it is.
As a kid I feel,
Though knowledge I still have
And of one fact I am sure:
When you are of our nature
We tend to think we're invincable
That, we will never be.
I know this.
But I still mourn for the past,
For the feeling that still lives in my heart.
I still see your big blue eyes.
If I bring you something foreign,
will they gleam for me?
Will you smile so brilliantly?
Will you forever love me?
Hug me tight always?
I can still feel hints of myself.
My veins, my arteries,
They ran red hot.
Instead of a smile I wore but a smirk
My head was high
My expression smug.
Never would you top me.
Never would you score.
Just pause
And ask the ones I took.
A sad feeling it is.
When I look at your face
I hate the way my head tilts up
How childish you make me feel.
But stilll, I can't bring myself to smirk.
To level my eyes
And my head
And walk on you
Like I did Francis.
Like I did Antonio.
I ordered my throne placed on their backs,
I dawned my crown,
and I sat above them all.
And my, what a beautiful sky lay spread out before me.