A Fallen King's "Search Within" : The Second Blink
Scared and happy at the same time he wandered in the woods. Killing the beasts one after the other
Running towards the light. Weak... Scared...Feeble but with the will to Live!
With twisted thoughts as the Light turned into the Dark and the Dark in to the Light.
Like a lost child crying for the mother, with no friends outside he made one within,
Who could measure the pain his secrets hold. Waging a war with the truth and the lies.
The only way to escape it was to move ahead! Far ahead than any others...
Away from the crowds. If only he could become the King and reach the top,
Everything would look plain and clear! He ran...
Bury the desires deep inside. Lock them and throw the key into the voids. Let none reach it.
For the pain would look like a joke for people. A source of laughter for the monsters around said HE.
The more he ran, the more he secluded himself. Away from the crowds and the noise. For he needed none but HIM.
In pain he found comfort in Words adn tears. In silence and secrecy the poems recited.
Spilling the pain in words. Pure poetry born out of pain.
One after the other he killed the beasts, reaching the top where the skies would be clear
And the stars with in the reach and the Winds still. Just fly high for there is none that could understand the words.
He ran...
Wonder why the luck sought divorce. For the Love he offered was pure. Wonder why he was left alone.
From among the woods he rose and conquered. Knitting dreams and hiding them away in his closet for the special occasion.
Who would have thought the Time and Luck would steal the keys to his closet and left him naked.
As he fell from the top, into the crowd again, into the laughter, that smile he dejected...
Into the dust... never to recover. Lying naked and groping for Words to cover his wounds!
Time would heal the wounds is what they say, but when the fall is hard,
The time will just age and grow old along with the wounds...
I wonder if he was ever a King... Or just an illusion... A source of laughter!
Running towards the light. Weak... Scared...Feeble but with the will to Live!
With twisted thoughts as the Light turned into the Dark and the Dark in to the Light.
Like a lost child crying for the mother, with no friends outside he made one within,
Who could measure the pain his secrets hold. Waging a war with the truth and the lies.
The only way to escape it was to move ahead! Far ahead than any others...
Away from the crowds. If only he could become the King and reach the top,
Everything would look plain and clear! He ran...
Bury the desires deep inside. Lock them and throw the key into the voids. Let none reach it.
For the pain would look like a joke for people. A source of laughter for the monsters around said HE.
The more he ran, the more he secluded himself. Away from the crowds and the noise. For he needed none but HIM.
In pain he found comfort in Words adn tears. In silence and secrecy the poems recited.
Spilling the pain in words. Pure poetry born out of pain.
One after the other he killed the beasts, reaching the top where the skies would be clear
And the stars with in the reach and the Winds still. Just fly high for there is none that could understand the words.
He ran...
Wonder why the luck sought divorce. For the Love he offered was pure. Wonder why he was left alone.
From among the woods he rose and conquered. Knitting dreams and hiding them away in his closet for the special occasion.
Who would have thought the Time and Luck would steal the keys to his closet and left him naked.
As he fell from the top, into the crowd again, into the laughter, that smile he dejected...
Into the dust... never to recover. Lying naked and groping for Words to cover his wounds!
Time would heal the wounds is what they say, but when the fall is hard,
The time will just age and grow old along with the wounds...
I wonder if he was ever a King... Or just an illusion... A source of laughter!
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