A Grave of My Own Making

Here I sit alone within

A grave of my own making

I dug with my spite and my lies

My family forsaken

Oh! What a bitter irony to have but just achieved

The very thing I'd hoped: to be alone in my despair

And yet, I am far from content to see myself abandoned

So suddenly I yearn for love, but no one's left to care!

I suppose I should be grateful that I've carved out all this space

I did it so painstakingly; burned every bridge I had

Yet fool was I if I believed that I would benefit from

The loneliness, and yet I shan't admit to being sad

These jagged edges, this hasty hole dug with my hollow daggers

So easily flung... and yet not quite so easily undone

It seems! I laughed as all my friends did turn away

But now I'm left with empty earth, no other place to run

It would not be enough, I fear, to take back everything

For trust lies dead and bleeding out upon the battle lines

And anyway, I am to proud to swallow all my oaths!

I'm left with no reflection for my empty, stinging eyes

The worst is that I wanted this and now must make the best

Of solitude and desolation, for I did strive for that (I think)

Just one thing left to do, I fear, to claim unwanted victory

I'll take command of shallow throne (I shall not even blink!)