Did you ever notice?
The window to his universe,
insipid blustery vodka.
A red and bothered sky,
suckling a fair moon dry.
Cringe, did he?
When distant stars beckoned,
into grey love, you fell.
Wary horizons darkened,
as the little comet fled.
Who knew then?
As you dangled the bait,
feeding on a primal fear.
Ruthless, you’d trodden
on a fallen flower.
Who knows now?
Swinging on a broken bough,
while he died unsung.
Seeping through my soul,
were the little child’s tears.
1 comment:
Sometimes its what you understand little of, that makes it all the more beautiful.
Strange feelings after reading this one...
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