Forward from: Poetic Therapy
They promised me kingdoms,
but left me with ruins.
The crown,
once gilded with promises,
now crumbles with the weight of betrayal.
I sift through the dust,
searching for jewels
that were never real.
The throne is splintered,
its wood groaning under the weight
of stories I can no longer tell.
And yet I wear the rags of royalty,
a monarch of ash,
ruling over shadows
of what might have been.
#hopeinruins
#losspoetry
but left me with ruins.
The crown,
once gilded with promises,
now crumbles with the weight of betrayal.
I sift through the dust,
searching for jewels
that were never real.
The throne is splintered,
its wood groaning under the weight
of stories I can no longer tell.
And yet I wear the rags of royalty,
a monarch of ash,
ruling over shadows
of what might have been.
#hopeinruins
#losspoetry