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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