Thoughts are sometimes like whitecaps

no matter on beer or waves


In my mind, the loneliness is my kingdom.
I wear a crown of tears.
My kingship is silence.
My followers are the pieces of my broken self.
And I walk through the flood of inner despair.
Caught in the expanse of eternity.
No prince, not a hero reached me here –
His splendor might be swallowed up by the blackest darkness
I rule, I’m waiting … cursed to be here.
Subjugated by my own feelings
Undermined by of my own self!

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