THE KING OF NOTHING

“THE KING OF NOTHING”
Alone,
Home alone.
The phone is the light source
For a king,
In a lonely throne.
He scrolls up and down
Something to distract his own
To lock his lips in neutral
So not a frown was shown.
A facade of stone
To hide something grown.
He longs for a queen
Though he is unknown.
He lies on an expensive bed,
Meant for two, newly wed,
Honeymoon fantasies in his head
Come stopping dead
Because a truth once said;
He inherited the crown,
And wealth, and fertile ground,
It will all come crashing down,
For a thought profound;
His visage of stone,
On his lonely throne,
Attracted nil,
For a face so still,
For emotions killed,
Is a sign of fear.
It was ever clear,
To be unrevered,
To be mocked by peers,
Brought bitter tears.
Such things are never shown,
For the king remained alone,
No eyes gazed upon his throne,
In fear of being thrown into jail,
Where flesh was ripped from bone.
With a face of stone,
And tears unknown,
The king was home.
Home, alone.