King Of His Castle Poem by susette varga

His life is lonely
Discontentment rules
Always stressed
Feels second best

He rules his moods
With an iron fist
Inner peace eludes him
Very aloof

Lets no one enter his barricade
Deathly stares penetrate
Brick walls surround him
Iron padlocks adorn large wooden gates

He is King of his castle
Make no mistake
Mood swings his forte
Sadness his mate

Forever lonely
Thriving on negativity
Such a pity
He cannot be content

Always angry
Seems to
Keep him happy
I despair for you
My darling Moody Blue

Is there any way to save you
From you?
Wish i knew how
I truly do