From Where You Judge - Monorhyme
From where you judge I’m just an empty throne
That rules direct in boorish monotone,
But might you try to peer beyond what's shown,
You'd meet a boy who's scared to be alone;
For illness kept which roots itself in bone
That turns my mind into a battle-zone,
Has planted weeds since early times I’ve known
And aims to see my kingdom overgrown;
My clock’s confined unless from God a loan
To wind my spirits that have never flown,
But short of that I’ll soon be named on stone,
So pardon me for acting like a drone.
8/28/16
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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