Dethroned

Defaced, dethroned
The fate, unknown
Unsure, unkempt
His pride: None left

Snatched with rage, his gift was thrown
Blindly into the depths below
Irretrievable under the stone

Almost stopped on the brink
Well, somehow he still thinks
Today is just a blip
The footnote that ends his entry at the centre
Of all self respecting encyclopedias

That face he will not see again
Will always be with him, will never leave
Will mock him in sleep, remind him
In every reflection
Translucent and shimmering
Those marbles appearing to make him

Weightless as ever, forever weak
Forever ever needing a distraction to speak

Elephant eyeballs hovering
Over all thought with lips ever
Puckered, aimless fishes within
Within, within a reflection

He'll never tell anyone
And no one will ever find out
It will always be with him no doubt
He wants to feel sympathy for'm
But he'll come back again and again