King of Interned Dreams

King of Interned Dreams

Deadweight crushes
My dormant crumbling world
The solace
I coddle deep within

I am king
Keeper of stalled
And worthless thoughts
Immobile
In the bustling scourge of day

Mute forevermore
Childlike and barren
Among lush
And prosperous kin

My mind is awash
A fuming carcass
Interned in an era
So hopelessly lost

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.