Lay down my crown
Stole the reward
Without earning it won
Things for certain
Be at rest
Swarm in ease
Be your love
Steeple
Rings
Echoing charm
Of good
Since those times
The vision of affairs
Plagues me back then 96
Times and all the previous
Events gave no shock
And null surprises
King I accepted whatever
To be still in the sun
Beneath
But knew id feel the
Burn
And knew the water
Drought would be
When the thirst
For a wet
Tongue

Bled

Drips
Of
Life
Became
Leaks
Dried
Into salt

Drips
Poured

From a
Virtual
Bag

Wounds
Heal

In time