Royalty

A poem that doesn't rhyme. Try to enjoy it regardless.

I’m a head-full of rage

And a heart-full of passion

I am a child of the King

I have a double-edged tongue

And words like venom

I am a child of the King

I’ve got fists of rebellion

And shoes of purpose

I am a child of the King

I have skin of imperfection

And flaw-filled tissue

I am a child of the King

I’ll breathe deep and breathe my last

Having completed the tasks

Given to me by the King

My worldly self will pass away

Becoming a new creation in a new body

Given to me by the King

Maybe I’ll have wings of gold

And a halo of radiance

Given to me by the King

Someday I’ll be at peace

Contented, body and mind

Still a child of King