Friday, 17 May 2013

Out manoeuvred

I think I could be Queen of entire nations
And I would still feel small.

While subjects trust my every word
Her voice resounding around in empty chambers,
Bouncing off walls,
Will shadow their faith
Leaving me the hollow vessel who stands

Spouting out pleasantries and smiles at will
Till they are all satisfied,
Contented in their belief
That their monarch is true.

How easy they were to fool
As I opened my mouth to formulate a speech
Devastating in its delivery,
Yet found eyes pleading into my depths,
Calling out.

So in those final moments when I had choice
I chose to please them
And leave her voice a prisoner in my mind
Where my battle will be personal.

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