An old servant sat quietly waiting on the young kings beckon call. The young ruler was impetuous, while the old servant came slowly. The king would make a declaration and then quickly change his mind. The old servant would just wait quietly until the next proclamation came. Days passed then month and years and the old servant grew even more tired and Gray. The once young king was now older and had lost some of his vigor. While the old servant sat quietly in his place awaiting the kings beckon call. One day the king called and someone else answered to his whim. He asked where is my servant, the young man said I am he. The king cried you are not my servant, the old man waits on me. The young man said yes that is what he did, but now he is gone you see. I am his grandson and now I will answer your call. For death has taken away my grandfather and he has left me to come at your beckon call. The king was disturbed and shaken, a dark shadow fell over him that day. For finally he realized that one day death would come for him too and that someone else would take his place.

gently kind
mentally mad

they never see
just what’s inside
they freckle faced head
that ginger hair of lies

her deceitful smell of roses
shields dark ****** nights

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.