Solar Flare

rebmasters

I hate that it doesn’t work out;
defeats, deceits
& estrangement;
white, whipped cream clouds
passing over the cold cold sun.
Universe infinite,
but indifferent;
passing briefly into orbit,
but wrenched away.
A solar flare,
barely detectable
in flames
burnt up;
charred black,
unrecognisable scorched heart,
eyes smouldering
without a soul.
Sensory deprivation without you;
can’t even sleep,
hands got the shakes,
fingertips turning grey.
Wish you’d leave me
or stay;
either way

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2021 03:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Joseph

    Well written. Crazy how love and hate can rewrite reality.

    • rebmasters

      Haha I struggle with 'reality' on a daily basis! Thank you for your kind comments



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