Throne Of Nothing- Poem about loss
Title: Throne of Nothing
You stitched up my skin
But I was far beyond repair
The scars an eastern harmony
Of modernized despair
With tears that freeze in place
From all the things I’ve seen
You can call me nightmare
A broken, frail fiend
I walk with a limp
Cause the weights too much to bear
The screaming, and shouting, and insanity
Like a scene from yesterday
Replaying visions in my eyes
A single hope, and a million lies
To obtain just one moment
Where things could feel meant to be
You can touch my skin
Feel it fueled and pumped within
Cause sadness has a way of showing
But never allows a way of growing
Cause when sorrow seeps down to the bone
Where broken dreams have their own throne
Where everything is all alone
And alone is all I feel
So reach for my hand, before it’s too frail
Before skin absolves down to the nail
Before I can’t speak, a lost voice
While I still have some form of choice
Just be there…just hold out
Cause standing at my throne of nothing
I'm praying for the end to happen fast
©Sean Monaghan 1/14/2013
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AUTHORThank you so much sir :) I appreciate it, and I find poetry to be energized story telling ...smaller amount of space to provide a message of your choosing, much of your work has messages behind it, it's what fuels us as writers... I take it as such a compliment that you enjoy my writing.
You write like an old soul who is like a time traveler and yet you convey so well the current world you live in with your poetic feelings with simple but effective lines and beautifully chosen words - hubbravo from the epi-man for this piece . There is always meaningful intent and a story/morale behind everything you write ..... lake erie time 12:47pm and sending you warm wishes and good energy from ontario canada
