Casteless, Crownless

September 11, 2011
By MaggieElaine GOLD, Los Alamos, California
MaggieElaine GOLD, Los Alamos, California
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Favorite Quote:
"As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time." - Bright Eyes


A hero
A king
Or at least he once was
Sits
Casteless
Crownless
In the mud of a recently fallen rain
Lightening
Thunder
Shattering the sky to pieces
His life
His dreams
They are so alike
Those eyes
Those tears
I feel the pain; Yet not the pity
He was
Used to be
My savior; So easily he could've ended our lives
My trust
This hallucination
Is broken
Or wounded
Casteless
Crownless
His kingdom comes crumbling down



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