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The King on His Knees
by V. Blakethe streetlights flicker slowly to silence
that fireflies fill and ignite
the moon has melted into the highway
and the stars are all bleeding tonight.
i can’t help but wonder if my dreams have been wasted
by ambitions misguided therein
how subtle the sadness that dealt me this fortune;
how quiet the violence has been...
yet the answers are lost to me still.
the reflections that bounce off this river
contain no traces of land
and the souls I watch drown in those waters
no longer reach out for my hand.
i can’t help but question the hopes I’ve been clutching--
like tears held prisoner in eyes
how empty the promise that my heart has made me;
how calm the chaos of lies. 06/22/2009 Author's Note: I submitted this poem with my application to this site.
Posted on 10/06/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/07/10 at 12:53 PM Each of your poems continue to explain why you were voted in to this sanitarium. Well done but of course you realize you are never allowed to leave. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/07/10 at 04:00 PM ...i like this one too, thanks for the repost. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/07/10 at 09:05 PM Obviously. It's awesome. |
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