This Prince

Thu, 12/26/2019 - 16:11 -- Melix

Never being enough,

has long since become my normal.

It seems I'm always running up the hill

to drink from the well

over-flowing with water,

meant to determine my value,

but the hill only Increases in Distance 

and I've never been good with exercise.

 

The Oh-So desired water is  forever-belonging to the nobles,

all of which are worthy

and I am so far beneath the commoners..

that it's comical.

 

I had assumed my status regarding myself  as a human being 

was the reason why the well

wouldn't ever be near enough for my eyes to rest upon,

let alone for my hands to reach.

 

However,

I must admit that like usual I was incorrect,

because you see,

I've come to know this prince.

This prince whom which must be aware that I couldn't ever even dream

to reach the rank of those supposedly kneeling at his feet and yet,

he never fails to make time for me.

 

I guess my status had never been the problem,

because even he who is royalty was unable to touch the hill-top.

Even he who is so vastly above me considers himself to be as I think of myself.

Even he, Even, This prince,

is unable to see himself as anymore than less-than nothing.

Because of that his family has come only to see

more reasons to think him a simple burden.

 

They are BLINDED,

and by what I don't know.

The toxic nobility is the poison that haults the kingdoms ability to grow.

 

God,

this world is corrupt.

 

Whatever could be wrong with us?

Perhaps we're broken?

 

This prince, my platonic soulmate,

my best friend,

my prince.

 

Together we'll sit side by side

in a castle with walls built of trust,

sheilding us out of sight

of the poison from which we hide.

Though there exist others, though we are not special, we still feel so alone.

So we'll run past the hill and away from where we sleep,

because as long as we're together we're home.

 

Perhaps we're broken,

but we are not broken alone.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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