Abdicate
Nightfall
encapsulates the
wretched castle halls
Roses lay wilt
on the stone cold floor
He sits on his throne
For once on his own
in castle they built together,
now ruined.
He isn't broken
he’s merely sore
He mourns the loss of his angel
who bid farewell and skipped away
But he still thinks of her
He misses her voice, gaze and laughter
He misses because he lost his chance,
and he'll find no other
He hates how much he cares
He hates that he's re-enacting clichés
The irony of love is in the fall
where fond memories turn nightmares
--22/11/2022
Theme : Love, Self
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