Wounded

My soul wounded…
heart is scarred…
Love has been taken for granted…
My feeling gone…
ground broken…
My kingdom infiltrated…
Leaving my king throne-less…
All pawns removed
I’m out in the open…
Uncovered, undone, unwanted…
No knights saving me…
No round table for the sake of me…
Enemies all around me…
Takers and breakers rob me…
Sidebar me…stay at bay like true cowards do…
Who’s to say what you are…
Insecurity on the rise…but I will never compromise…
The walls of my temple have been desecrated leaving me in ruins of dilapidated fortresses
Darkness is upon me and all matter sits still
Guilt subsides and waits for my wrath
No judgement from tongues
Only swift benevolence to pierce egos
My universe
This lifetime
Your words
Our bonds
Tight grips
More pain
See I don’t tell stories or sing sweet haikus
I say spells with life’s words that I spell
Simply because words matter
Put some respect on that sentence when you talk to me.

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