It Is

This life so beautiful, crowded yet lonely. I sit inside my head with knowledge that it’s me only, until my end comes slowly I be here alone. I sit on top my kingdom’s throne, where I am always right and everyone wrong. Where I stay blind to any fault of my own. I peek outside, a winter storm. I alone, this body home for all the times and then some more. For sinners pay with an eternal stay, where those who see, pray to fly away, far some day. Where it is okay to be broken and in pain. Where it is okay, to shed some tears that put out the flames which burn, those who hide behind the frames. The shame… This world so awesome, yet so lonely. Perhaps it is peace when it is you, you only. Alone.