The Thrones On Quiet Mornings Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Thrones On Quiet Mornings

Quiet mornings when life carries everything's to its own perceptions,

Perpetualsunshines to the undistrubed mind,
Matters of urgent haste and importance,

The hours, how it wants to roar with cheers and approvals,
The hours how it wants shinning moments,
Stunning upsets for the status quos,

But l'm crushed with pervasive ennuis,
Stricken with maladies of left alones,

In this grief's kingdom,
I'm sadly infected,

Left alone in this undead's proposals
Entombed in this midnight's garrison,

Left alonefrom the boots of civilizations,
Left alone by the boats that sailed for adventure,

Declared unfit in these lacklusters pursuits,
Dismissed as a jilted lover,

Life unseeded by another champion,
Overthrowned by another king,