i left the comfort of my throne
my luscious bed, lots of pillows
golden gifts and jewelries
dove in parts unknown
seeking not only for his soul
mine as well
lost not only because of the depth
nor solely because of how unruly
and scary it is
it was something worse
worse than my battles

i left the comfort of what i was given
born into
someone i could not uphold
found the truths hidden from me
disappointed and in rage
there is nothing more maddening
than having to swallow my pride
and maybe my dignity
blood and tears shed
i spilled all i had
now lost with no way out