Friday, 29 November 2013

All that awaits

No escape my Queen,
Your duty will always remain duty,
The wonder which slid into mundane.

A promise of the world carved out
Only to fade,
As your embellished throne
Sits hard underneath,
With threadbare cushions.

You are expected to wear it well,
Nothing less,
There is no second chance
You do this completely or not at all.

So wipe the look of disdain from your face,

No escape,

Learn to wear it well,
Do it well,
Be well,
Bury the desire for anything else.

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