I See What It Does | Poem

Where do I find you?

In those books, I read,

In those words, I write,

In those times, I waste,

In those pictures, I admire,

Queen,
Where do you rest?

I knew what closeness felt,

Maybe the times in darkest places,

I’ve forgotten to see the lights,

Deathra knew,
How my heart put in pain to mold,

Nobody knows where my heart lies,

Little they know it calls the Queen.

Think again if you stay back,
Deathra, the moment you will come,

Togetherness will close its doors,
Come prepared for a war,

I made my tools shine for you.

© sjwordsmith

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