Sublime

I trace the thoughts
The patterns of
A kingdom found
An eternity lost
A stage of insecurities
On curious display
A sky of comets
To rake out the sun
A hope for peace for everyone
Whilst you bide your time
Flicking fleeting seconds into insignificant corners
Conquering obscure lands
Mapping crooked paths, wayward plans
Your wishes descend
Like large droplets of rain
Drenching minions
In anticipatory glee
They clamour for things not deserved
So you lay bare the cost
The imminent pain
An unforeseen loss
A storm to weather
I watch in silence
The perplexity of placebos
To tranquilise anxieties
Your hopes to be made better
But bitterness is a sneaky thief
That steals your destinies
Multiplying grief
Unless, until a greater find
Knocks down the intentions
Of enemies sublime.