Thursday, September 23, 2010

My Seat

Held hostage in a world
You create and rule
I’ve no desire to leave
Lingering in my half awake state
The fog grows thick
Blanketing reality
No reason to breathe
Barely existing
The walls close in
Securing my seat
There will be no
Abdication from me
I’ll always lead
From the seat you
Willingly appointed me
You cannot renounce
Your Queen

3 comments:

  1. WOW Your muse is a wicked court jester. xo

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  2. ....enthralled by a courtly ode....as i contemplate my broken throne... Thanks for sharing!! xoxo

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