By Rachel Witan
What is it like to be
alone?
A king sitting in a
castle on a throne
No one around for him
to lead
No father, no mother,
no wife, no seed
All of his weary calls
Just ring down the
empty halls
No one to offer temptation
As he wanders the
Castle of Desolation.
When he roams outside
he sees others talking
Laughing, loving,
smiling, walking -
A king without a
people to rule
Is like a carpenter
without his best tool.
He searches for a
queen, a woman to bring him comfort in the night
But when all of the
woman are brought into his sight -
He finds none
that bring him joy
They've all been
taught to treat him like a toy.
He is left solitary,
no woman to offer consolation
As he
quietly wanders the Castle of Desolation.
This king is without
squires and knights
He is alone in every
battle that he fights.
He draws his sword,
enemies' blood to spill
But there is no one
around for him to kill.
The king's battle is
within himself
So he lays his armor
on the bottom shelf.
And as he lets
his mind go, it begins its molestation
Of him wandering
around the Castle of Desolation.
Company is all this
king has come to seek
He is tired and weary,
not strong - but weak.
No one on his ship to
whom he can give a course
No one in his stable
to help him saddle his horse.
Alone is the only way
he drinks -
Empty - is the
heart inside that sinks.
His soul is full of
devastation
As he wanders the
Castle of Desolation.
He drops to his knees
and stares at a cloud
He raises his voice
and begins yelling aloud,
"What is life, if
I am to live it alone?
What is a king with
a broken throne?
And all of the gold of
this sacred crown
Has only served to
bring me down.
Gladly would I give up
riches and treasure,
Just to have a woman -
just to have pleasure."
But his prayers only
bring him frustration -
So he continues to
wander the Castle of Desolation.
The vacant king begins
to discourage,
He has lost all will,
lost all courage.
He has become broken,
naked, and
lost
Love is too expensive
- too large a cost
But free is
the bill of emptiness,
Blank is the
check of loneliness.
So this king dies, an
old man, not a dad
With no children to
cry, no wife to be sad.
He has no son, no
second generation,
And no man will long
for his life's imitation.
There is no one left
to even give a manifestation
Of the forsaken king
and the Castle of Desolation.
