Paper Crown


Submitted by spark187
August 19, 2012 - 39 weeks 1 day ago

 

Based on a weird fantasy I had, but it also stemmed from my own obsessive nature. Sometimes we obsessive over things, and think our life will be complete if only we had that. Then we get it and love it fore awhile and then wish its demise. That’s the basic premise for this poem, but that’s just me. Make your own judgment.

 

Take your paper crown and throw it to the ground
Let me here the sound of the crackling of the crown,
But I only hear a crinkle, a wisp of pages flapping.
A kingdom of words is all you have, bound by a ring.
Now you sing.
Me alone with my paper crown,
My princess has gone.
Away with the sound,
The promise of home.
You wear that paper crown proud and strong.
The sound of the pendulum plays the song.
Look to the clock, watching the time pass by.
You can’t let it go, no matter how hard you try,
Then you cry.
Me, alone with my paper crown,
My princess has gone.
Away with the sound,
The promise of home.
I wanna trash this paper crown.
Burn it on the ground.
To this band I am bound.
Break the hold of this paper crown.


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