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Queen

A Poem

By Josephine StaplesPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Once before in a time that does not exist

A Queen sat alone on a throne and began to reminisce

She pondered old smiles

And reviewed dead feelings

She recalled dreams of aisles

And words of romantic dealings

Drowning in her tear ducts

She silences and closely listens to what her heart conducts

A melody of pity

A symphony of sorrow

Something mean yet something wity

Something that won’t be gone tomorrow

Who do I blame for such pain?

The Queen asks herself in despair as her face creates rain

Is it the names that passed?

Or previous courtships?

Is it the faces I saw last?

Or the long ago warships?

The Queen lifted a weak hand to her chest

She broke through her brittle flesh to make a mess only the bloodiest

In her hands lie her heart

Completely in half

Like a piece of surreal art

But on whose behalf?

“It’s nobody's fault Love”

A voice whispered within her that came from above

“It’s something only you can undo

You aren't very smart

I am sorry to inform you

You’ve broken your own heart”

She threw her heart in rage

Then arose from her throne screaming in her own emotional engage

It shattered on the wall

In the most dramatic way

the Queen now no more than a doll

In the silent, she lays forever throughout every day

sad poetry
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