Friday, August 03, 2018

Relative Poetry: Emergence


Emergence



My heart
 A dead, cold listless orb
Colder than nitrogen
More dead than three
Supernova’ d  stars

Left for dead
Decaying orbit
Within the soul
A sacrifice upon my
Own essence

No warning
Met with a nova bomb

Wait what is that warmth I feel?
What is the beating of my dead heart?

How dare you give life to death
Take away the solace of emptiness
From my heart

After fear and shock
I could say thank you
For this spark

At first I was just appalled
Another unwanted destined fall

Then the light bulb went off
Reality called
Said it was the real deal and all

Thank you is all I could say
As I answered the call


From the chocolatezeus collection  8/2/18  ©

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