He sits lost
the throne of bones
swallowing his frame.
Sallow skin sags
a skull wearing a face
despair
a solid cloak
wrapped around the dismal man.
Once so great
once the golden boy
the fall from grace
a harsh lesson to be learned.
chummy
every man’s best bud
truth eventually rises
exposing the darkness beneath.
Tumbling down the hill
lost
nary a man
running to protect him.
Reaching too high
without a moral compass
without regard for any
but one’s self
Believing none will touch
none will dare speak
made the fall all that much sweeter
for those plundered
abused
torn apart.
Now a performing monkey
sitting upon the throne of bones
the man awaits……..
the next show starts at two.
that was awesome.
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Thank you. ☺💖
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A harsh lesson indeed!!
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Very much so🐒🐒🐒
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I love reading your poetry… your so creative! 😁
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Thank you so much. That means so much to me for you to say that.
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☺☺
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Good! It’s true… I am horrible at poems, but I love reading what you come up with! 💗👍🏻
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