Kingly

• Rebecca Jacobson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

I stand tall like the king.
Before me is my kingdom and I feel untouchable,
yet deep down I am scared
that the people beside me will be my betters.
My fear only feeds the fire,
the flame that heightens my desire.
My instinct is my survival,
so I fight them every inch with every fibre.
I take a final breath
and submerge every rival thought.
I know the clock is ticking faster,
trying to rid my grip on my chance,
like the sunlights’ fleeting dance at the days end.
All the screams and all the pain,
are silenced as the game decides that I remain,
the king of my hearts love and illness.