my King

 i am broken

my heart of glass has been cast upon the ground

it has been trampled until it is nothing but dust

i was told by my King that this world would hate me

i had no idea how much

i cling to the promise that one day i will be made whole 

this promise is true

i do not matter to this world

it does not love me

the world is only my temporary home

i complete the tasks my King has set before me

and the world may never know my merit

breached

 if my eyes are dams to hold

they are cracked and weakened

for the river of thought doth flow

dark and sad and weeping