The Unlikely Prince - Free Verse Poem
- Dec 11, 2016
- 1 min read
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Shattered glass...broken mirrors...blood-stained floors
My fame and fortune, proven by the royal décor
My status makes me a prince but my damaged mentality forces me to be a prisoner
Your presence frightens me
Your whispers break me
The walls of isolation keep me safe.
I think I know why it's called "The Pursuit of Happiness" because I'm always on a chase.
Pain and sorrow lingering in my mind where my loving memories once sat. So much regret, reminiscing about all the wasted time I can't get back.
No amount of money can buy it, not at my own expense, My judgment constantly clouded and my actions prone to be dense.
They were right. I guess I truly am, and may always be, The Unlikely Prince.
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~Malik Rosser
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