Aching Inside | Poem

Sometimes, I remember, the story

Of, One-Eyed King and the Blind Mob;

And I think of having the eyes now,

And I wish to go blind and rejoice.

Deathra, loneliness doesn’t hurt, then what

Aches in my heart that I lose my patience

And go after the desires I prefer to keep quiet.

Now, I can see,

I desire to kill the king and his people,

To let the mob kneel for me.

That’s how feelings tear me apart,

By proving I wasn’t alive when love arrived.

©sjwordsmith

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