King Of Ash Poem by Caleb Crow

Fold my arms, turn my back,
And start to walk away.
Trying to flee,
From all my sick and lurid yesterdays.
Replace my future,
With all your trifle lies.
I’ve distinguished distant
Distrust, for my demise.

Yet every time I see your face,
I’m stuck in this tragic space.
Just seething from disgrace,
Bleeding from the war.
I’m lost in the presents of greed,
And glory I can taste.
Losing my faith, stuck in an endless race.

The sky is falling,
And I have no place to call my own.
A crown of thorns,
As they destroy, and desecrate my throne.
Decimated compassion,
While I watch the traitors hang.
Contrite, concoctions,
Conducted from all this pain.

Yet every time I see your face,
I’m stuck in this tragic space.
Just seething from disgrace,
Bleeding from the war.
I’m lost in the presents of greed,
And glory I can taste.
Losing my faith, stuck in an endless race.

Moving these mountains,
Grandeur deceives and dilutes dreams again
Voices of praise,
As I command a thousand knees to bend.
Wake up from my slumber,
With a mouth full of curses and taboos.
And a mind wrought with filth,
Daring to smile at these untruths.

Yet every time I see your face,
I’m stuck in this tragic space.
Just seething from disgrace,
Bleeding from the war.
I’m lost in the presents of greed,
And glory I can taste.
Losing my faith, stuck in an endless race.