Rogue Kings Poem by Britt Veloso

I just can't make sense of this swirl in my head
Millions have died, defending rogue kings
Yet I've still not made my bed
Crying and laughing all feel the same
Small little feats of candy land games
Pretending I'm dead, pretending I'm winning
Quilting with the needles of my nails
Making ripples of blood around the gold ceiling
Am I alone in my home, or lost on the street?
Finding the ground and warming my feet
I've packaged the light and crumbled the notes
All these rogue kings never could know
I wish I could die for the king and defeat
But I'm sweating small things instead
Waiting uncomplainingly to blink