Wednesday, June 3, 2026

My Palace


My Palace
by Lord R.e. Taylor

My palace
A place for just me
A nice soft bed
With fluffy pillows
No lights or windows
Just a single candle
Burning faintly on my nightstand
Barely enough light to reach the walls
Still, I lay alone in my bed
Looking at the flickering flame
Watching the candle become nothing
I mourn for the loss
But, I also mourn for me
My heart feels a deep emptiness
Knowing that I am losing my one friend
And knowing that it can never return

© Poem – I/VI/MMXXVI
LRET


 

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