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.
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