Throne Of Nothing- Poem about loss

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