“Hail, The King of Nothing”

In the shadow of what turned out,

I stay hidden away with you

Reconstructing a second chance in this momentary shelter,

a simplistic living space made for the fall-out of nuclear-me

Though I was quite a sight to see in those formative days

Since that, I carry your heart in my heart

It brings mine back, beating right before I’m about to return it to the Earth as dust

And like in the beginning of time, I’m waiting for there to be light

A reversal of clocks to bring your candles into adding up

The source of all my living trust

There are moments when I’d wish It’d ignite in a wolf’s wildfire,

howling as I’m given the sight to watch this immortal house finally burn to the ground

But no date, animal nor element need atone for the rooms full of problems I keep building

While my life’s passing me by, in the dark, on its way out the front door

Well shame on me, the King of Nothing

***This was my re-write to the poem Cabin Fever Saves Lives. Let me know what you think. I hope it brings you something you need***