Rise High King.

A wall, rising tall

made of thick stones

Guarded by hundreds of soldier

Inside stands a king

broad, strong, confident 

he is impenetreble 

Take down that wall

Take away the soldiers

nothing left but a single king for himself

vulnerable, yet strong

No stone wall nor soldier can take away his title as king

Protection or no protection he is still king.

No filter or no makeup, I still am the same person I once was before.

This poem is about: 
Me

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