QN 4 2DAY

QN 4 2DAY

I found her today​
​torn apart brutally
​disembowelled, disavowed, disillusioned

Clinging to the kerb
​with all enthusiasm
​on a slide to the gutter

​In a deserted street
smile still etched upon her face
although she simply waits

​Shouldering the weight
of the nation's abject hopes
and blind anticipations

Disintergrating
all signs of her
​purple reign

​I thought to myself
​WWJD?
and performed a rescue

A royal pardoned
she is still after all
my QN 4 2DAY

​And worth holding onto
for at least monetary if
not ​sentimental value.