Kingdom
My Kingdom
For a verse
Worthy of note
A poignant stanza
Recited before a willing audience
My Kingdom
For the words
Etched on an unmarked grave
Moss won't grow over
Because it's visited
Time to time
Read chapter and verse
As it nurses the soul
Of the lost dead poet's
Who congregate at midnight
Feasting on the shards of fame
That never came calling
Beset rather by Crippling writers depression
Dead before deciphering the lesson
My kingdom
I tried
But cold and wet
Looking for a phone box for shelter
In search of finery
I sink blessed without even a coin
My damp hand clenched into a pocket full of hole's
For bus fare home
My kingdom
For a happy end
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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