Struggle

Wretched luck I am given,
I am king of the porcline throne,
Now soft ailment my wits driven!
My illuminating queen well forgot,
No matter how much I screamed and shout,
So my dearest got it not!
Stuck in a purgatory so unpleasant,
my will being drained by the second,
So I swallowed hard, stooped and bent!
But this mighty king did fall he did,
Broke his crown and landed clear,
And cursed and roared, I dare not kid!
This unfortunate dismal end,
All because of packaged relief,
Was not present, my fellow friends!!!