ThroneA Poem by Roger MorrisonThrone Tyler Allen I built you a throne Out of gold, out of stone Now you’ve left me on my own Our kingdom is empty For me to rule alone I wretchedly bled All the words I never said You crept out of my head And left me to wake up Alone in this bed Lost in the maze Of eternal black haze Your words were the rays Of light that might’ve saved me From my mind’s wicked ways © 2011 Roger Morrison |
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Added on April 8, 2011 Last Updated on April 8, 2011 AuthorRoger MorrisonChandler, AZAbout18 years old, from Eugene, Oregon. Living in Arizona. In the words of H.P. Lovecraft: “The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all i.. more..Writing
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