begging

A Poem by lenore

a rich king with poor heart

Blood of my enemies are shedding
Words that i have spoken are spreading
As i live in the dreams of the those who begging
I have it all in my hands,i have the power and the blessings
But there is a hole i cannot fill in,there is something missing

There always been a hole ; the more i have,the bigger it gets
And i have no way to run from it yet
This what heavens doomed me with i bet
Having all but never feeling it ,always in a debt
Debt i cannot pay,a debt that i will always regret

I live as a king but suffer like beggar who is always begging
Begging for a cause,begging for a meaning always begging
Clashing through the unkown weeping while looking
Looking for a content in a contest of shadows while begging

Always and always begging and looking while weeping