The King

I wrote this inspired by a friend that graduated, he went by King, everyone called him that, and this poem is a lot about him

A back leather bag

Accompanying him such as a precious treasure

Mysteries lie in his treasure

His leather coat serves as another accomplice

 

His black unidentified eyes

Eyes that paralyze the mind

A shadowed heart blackened by killing

A person who shuns himself from human feelings

His heart, isolated from society

 

Destruction dominates the piece of his heart where pure delicacy should live

His heart has been ruled

By an unforgettable past

That will forever last

Because of his fear

For if he loses silencing fear

He shall have nothing to hear

 

His heart, so cold and bleak

Incased in icy walls surrounding it

Shall these icy walls ever break?

Chrome metallic icy walls that remain silent

Unsure of what true emotions could be

Nothing can surpass this icy chamber, not even a whisper

 

Not allowing the beauty of luminous light to translucently peak into his heart and awaken it

A life of eternal solitude

A lonely, unfilled life

But he chooses this, for he does not have to carry out the remaining life in seclusion

But his wish shall proceed

Because he is

The King

Author's Note

My best friend said this was her favorite poem by me. What do you think? Which one is your favorite? Do I need improvements? If so please tell me ^^

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