The Unlikely Prince - Free Verse by Malik Rosser
π This one is a Free Verse poem. I hope you enjoy. • S hattered glass… broken mirrors… blood -stained floors My fame and fortune , proven by the royal dΓ©cor My status makes me a prince but my damaged mentality forces me to be a prisoner Your presence frightens me Your whispers break me The walls of isolation keep me safe. I think I know why it's called "The Pursuit of Happiness" , because I'm always in a chase. Pain and sorrow lingering in my mind where my loving memories once sat. So much regret , reminiscing about all the wasted time I can't get back. No amount of money can buy it, not at my own expense, My judgement constantly clouded and my actions prone to be dense They were right. I guess I truly am, and may always be, The Unlikely Prince. π ~Malik Rosser