NaPoWriMo, Day 2

I'm a little behind (thanks to a lovely visit from out-of-town family), so I am attempting to catch up.


absence reigns like a bastard king
who cut down the royal family
to steal the power of the throne 
cruel and cold and unjust and 
so unfortunately 
flaunting his rings of forgetting 
his diadem of disputing 
his robes of not-caring 
he drives through the city streets 
surrounded by his silent, steadfast army
blocking the pathways at every turn 
blocking my way to
absence is a cruel king 
and your tryst with him makes me 
hate him even more

© 2014 Amy Lutes