Self Quarantine Poem by Jacob Santacruz

The Prince sat in his throne alone as he cried
And each tear that fell told of how his heart died.
Though his heart didn't stop it had only turned cold,
That wasn't the story these rolling tears told.
Nothing more than deceit; nothing less than regret.
Everything up in flames makes it hard to forget.
Now the ashes stand still form his gone wild fire,
Started off as a spark fueled by burning desire.
But the beauty turned grim, it was just temporary
Just as each other burden he's destined to carry.
Doesn't know the word "stay", 'cause no one ever does.
No, no one sticks around and he thinks it's because of
The way that he acts or the way that he looks
Or because he's not smart and he doesn't read books.
But the one main concern is the one from his past:
That nothing he loves ever seems to last.
"Why does this happen? Why won't anyone stay?
Maybe it's just me causing all this dismay."
So with one final blow added on to the rest
He makes the decision to lock up his chest.
No love and no hatred, emotions all gone.
He believed in forgiveness, now forgiveness is wrong.
So he bats his eyelashes and shakes off his tears;
He takes a deep breath and he swallows his fears.
Now he doesn't want love, he wants to be alone.
All he wants is to die seated in his gold throne.