swallowed by the night -
the heavens yawn a sea of suns above me
each shining gem to countlessly attest
to how I conned her barren heart to love me
by pining for the passions she possessed
the saga of our love has found its closure
while I, with bold temerity, did ask
if she might give, thereof, honest disclosure
instead of serving, cold, the bloody task
why can't the midnight skies embrace my being
and turn me to the dust from whence I came?
the use has left my eyes, for tears or seeing
her proclivity for just assigning blame
you see, she found her way into my marrow
each nuance of her face now haunts by soul
life's aperture, today, is oh, so narrow
despair as deep as space, and black as coal
so please, dear firmament, consume my spirit
devour me with the flame of earthly death
though she has no intent to ever hear it
please make her tender name ...
my final breath.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Eight Word Challenge - 9" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
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