Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2019
They call me the man of five realms.
I who control the helm.
Enlightened by those before.
Closely watched at the door.

They called me king.
Ruler of a beautiful spring.
Dethroned by rats.
Left to live off scraps.
Amiri
Written by
Amiri  22/M/March 2020
(22/M/March 2020)   
96
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems