Despair sits upon my head like that of a crown on a king, casting a veil before my eyes that filter out the colors of life.
Desolation hangs around my neck, with one firm hand that reaches into my chest, holding my still beating heart in its cold grip.
A billowing cape of loneliness envelopes me like a smothering blanket that gives no comfort, but only suffocation.
From a dark abyss extend the chains of doubt that are shackled around my feet, anchoring me in place with the inability to move.
Seated on a throne of failure atop the highest peak of the highest mountain, surrounded by barren lands, my kingdom of emptiness.
Frostbitten winds whip at my naked body as the bitter cold bites into the marrow of my bones and the depths of my soul.
The pain has faded long ago, leaving a dull ache of numbness that flows through my veins, as I pray for death to come.
“Come O Death, and spare me from the curse of my existence. Take my lands, and fill them with the dead. Let the rivers run red with blood once again. Release me from this meaningless life!”
Death appears beside me as a shapeless shadow, placing one hand on my shoulder as it leans down to whisper in my ear.
I really don’t know what to say tonight. Maybe this piece is thought-provoking, maybe it’s cheesy. Obviously, the kingdom isn’t an actual physical land, but rather symbolic. The message is pretty straightforward, in a way. We’ve all been there, hitting one low after another until it feels like rock bottom. Only then to find out, there’s more falling to be done. Some of us want to be released from this life, which can seem like a curse at times. It’s the easy way out, sometimes seeming the only way out.
Is it possible to cast off the crown of despair? Remove the pendant of desolation? Tear away the cape of loneliness? Break free from the chains of doubt? Rise from a throne of failure? The answer is something we all find in our time. Or maybe, we’re just meant to live a tormented life of a miserable existence. You decide.