A King’s Son

A haunting by night,

Restless battles dispersed by paired hours,

Unfulfilled potentials,

Consuming away the days,

Naught to flight,

With scattering memories,

Unnecessary lies to fill in the ditches,

Feared failures,

Always willing to leave it all behind,

Clutching to treasures,

Still searching for precious,

For to feel makes space for new desires,

Murmuring whispers,

Looking in at the unsaid lists,

Never the prince.

jrt 26/10/10

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