Alone

Eravaash

 

I sat on my bed, an all mighty king

The light gazed on me and my rightful throne.

My younger mind would rejoice, laugh and sing

I was happy in that fantasy alone.

 

As I aged, my fantasy world lessened.

All around me, people mocked and moaned.

In their eyes I was a mere peasant.

Outcasted in the shadows, all alone.

 

But even to this day, the pain yet ends.

The halls echo my footsteps empty tone.

My world collapses, its wounds fail to mend.

Reality stabs me, it screams "you're alone!"

 

I lay on my bed, against my throne.

I accept my fate, broken and alone.

  • Author: Eravaash (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2018 18:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: So recently my English teacher assigned my class to make their own sonnet. It could be about anything, so long as it has three quadlets and one couplet stanzas, with any additional renaissance styled piety format being additional points. I decided to make my sonnet about one fear I've faced all my life; loneliness. I believe this poem might be tied with "poems I've made that I genuinely love", the other being "Calm". I hope you enjoy this literature I sorta kinda rushed on final seconds to get my grade in.
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