petition

having brushed aside your petition for wellness
i rethink it all
from your mind
not mine.
i still feel a tenderness
at times, i can forget about the spear so deeply wedged in my side.
i will come clean
if i arrive at all.
nobody knows about this little secret but you and me
some things are just better left
missing.
but as long as i'm under this roof of twisted refuge
i must be silent.
for you, i still harbour the greatest hate
for you, i still long to see happy
i've watched you stumble and rise again
you are my one fallen king.
who would have thought
your once noble court would have failed against a melee army

no one.

but this war is escalating
and it is striking fear into the hearts of many.