I am angry
I am sad.
I ruled the world,
Once, with these hands I was the king.
I fell from my throne,
I landed before a long and lonely road.
I was the fear of man.
I am afraid.
All the mistakes I made.
My past eats at me
And the pain burns inside.
I feel I've gone,
Insane.
I had the keys.
To the heavens that once was open to me.
But now, I'm dead.
I felt numb.
I was so naive and so young.
I was just a fool
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The Lonely.
PoetryLonely thoughts creep into my mind. I scream as the tear me up inside. No one knows No one hears the cries. No one knows me when it's night.
