Writing Prompt Wednesday #121

Write a poem from the perspective of a royal. -Anonymous

Steel, gold, silver, bronze
Weighing on my neck
It creaks and groans
And narrowly breaks
I can barely hold its weight
The people are watching
The people are rioting
The people are pleading for help
I’m trying
I’m trying, I promise
But how am I supposed to help
The thousands of people
The people who need me
When I can barely escape
The noose around my own neck
So many people dream
About sparkling, shiny crowns
They tend to abet
They tend to forget
The pressure, the weight, the pain
The weight of the crown
It holds me down
I’m trying to fight
I’m trying to stumble
But the kingdom
It’s starting to crumble