A poem

Regard my kingdom, vast and limitless
for nothing can be contained
or calculated by the clever or the clueless.

I am King of nothing
regal in name to try and claim some shred
of acclaim in a game
with no outcome or result, only certain doom
a kingdom of gloom.

Depression is a term used daily to describe
the price we all pay
for conscious thought, we are all caught
in times tight net.

To be honest your fate moves me somewhat
more than it should,
we are together are we not? Yet at the closing
of my lids I call on God on my own.

I depose myself now, anti monarchy feels appropriate for my soul,
the title was only ever a metaphor for one who only lives in his head.

I crave bread, cheese and wine, olives and pastry
but my body is a broken factory
unable to process anymore, overworked and abused by a mad king.

Nothing to see, or do anymore now I’m so very unsure of what to focus my final years on,
perhaps the clue lies in the leaving behind of what you used to always do.

I am a passing shadow on the dark land of nothing.

Chris