once upon a time
there was a kingdom
without a ruler
everyone was ruling themselves
and there was anger
and frustration
people clashed with each other
sending screeches of grinding metal
into the air
stirring annoyance in everyone's hearts
until the people of the kingdom
started to melt into chaos.
a man with a pure heart
and a head full of good motives
decided someone needed to step up
and try to fix the mess everyone created
so he spoke up
called himself the king
but everyone tore him down
and ripped him apart with anger-fueled words
but he was a good person
that was simply trying to help
but everyone was so tangled up
in their own anger and chaos
that they couldn't see his golden heart
through their clouded eyes
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
