The Suicide Kings

Make way! Make way!
His majesty approaches
The latest and last of a tragic line
Never discussed, a family disgust
The lineage of a broken heart
Always a part, always apart
The separation of grief
The consistent disbelief

A litany of unfulfilled destiny
A legacy of unrealized potential
Realized across the generations

The suicide kings
Never to rule
Never to reign
Save for the hearts who know their refrain
As family protects their shame
While widows and orphans forcibly fain
A smile to mask their unspoken pain

A world of hurt in a hurting world
Not a word of it, not a sound
Lest we change and not drown
In a flood of despair
How will this man fare?

Would a man change his fortune?
Would a man break the chain?
Would a man redeem the destinies of his male ancestors and start a new branch that thrives in the suffering?
Pray for your man, your king
As he faces the darkest deep, generations old
And draws a line, and begins a new line
All his own.