so i was writing this poem, and it was supposed to be about kings and queens and jokers and clubs and spades (yeah, you're gettin the whole card deck theme i was goin for) and i changed it up, and now it has nothing to do with it! but yeah, still portrays the message that i was tryin to send. yup, i'm vain enough to refer to myself as the queen.
The queen’s eyes shine like diamonds
Penetrating this pitch black night
As tears well in her eyelashes
She begins to lose the fight.
Her diamonds fall upon the ground,
Turning crimson as time crawls
For her skin has parted as the red sea
But down crumbled her waves’ walls
As her sorrow morphed from distress to pain
She reached out for her trusty spade
Praying for her dying day
At last, it seemed, her mind was made.
It wasn’t the king that made her cry,
He was only a factor of the mess
As the jester played a greater role
In the poor queen’s unhappiness.
The jester had lost his love of jokes
And changed to a cynical fool
Who became, in time, insolent
Making her the subject of ridicule.
The king would heartily laugh along
Not realizing what was said
It didn’t matter to him, she supposed
And quips of her idiocy spread.
The queen became haunted as a shadow loomed-
She fell under its weight.
Words like “Perfect” and “Good enough”
Formed a seal to bind her fate.
She grabbed the spade and spat to the fool,
“You needn’t do this for me!”
And proceeded to dig a hole six feet
But her intentions, no one could see.
She hid them all so cleverly,
Intentions, emotions, defeat—
Then came the day, for once, at last
That she appointed herself the seat
With a razor bathed in poison tears
The veins of this tragedy split
Pouring out a stream of forgotten dreams;
The queen had finally quit.
 the_forgotten_thought · Sat Oct 17, 2009 @ 11:45pm · 0 Comments |
