Heavy is the Head/ Maurice Silvera/ Poetry

Heavy is the Head

Maurice Silvera

Heavy is the head That wears the crown.

A crown Made of gold Adorned with diamonds and rubies Set atop a regal head

But the gold Is tainted With a poison That seeps into your mind And corrupts Every last good thought You ever had

And the diamonds Are callous With sharp edges That pierce into your very soul Until it tears a hole Clean through

And the rubies Are stained With blood That drips into your eyes Blinding you Until all you can see Is red

And the head Is tired With the weight of the crown That pushes down, down, down Until you are forced To avert your gaze To the cold stone ground

Heavy is the head That begs to be freed Freed from its duty Of wearing the crown

Heavy is the head That can not bear any more weight