COLLAPSED STAR
Pastel clouds
hang over sadness
like night
draws black, satin curtains
over absent-minded eyes.
Darkness drips,
Collapses Star
bold and black bottomless chasm
dragging dirt and debris of past-
Lifeless haze,
hangs heavily overhead
pondering pressures plummet-
She sinks,
into rain filled with pain
She steeps,
deeper into blood-shamed marrow
She spoils inside, rotten
staggering through the storm-
Alone
She bleeds stones
through cracks in cold hearts.
Her roots shaken, she's stirred
undernourished, depleted
heart sick- dried up and calloused
in the belly of Venus. Her shape,
full round purple planet held
at the base of my lunar spine
yet, the wreckage remains blurred-
How does the universe implode?
Explode!
I can still hear grief-stricken screams
petrified, calcified inside the bones
of my ribs
Skeleton dribbles and drains, scandals
scraped and shredded in shedding skins
am I torn or reborn...?
I can't lift my head to see the horizon-
I'm bound at the foot of the Dragon,
slayed by the tongue of my underbelly
I'm engulfed, convulsing and heaving
I can't sip in blood stained air!
I'm motionless in the mire,
seared inside the incineration-
My affliction stains the clouds...
The pastel clouds,
Passing... Passing... Passing...
Passing.
Me.
By-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Collapsed Star, ©2016, Poems from Passion
Pastel clouds
hang over sadness
like night
draws black, satin curtains
over absent-minded eyes.
Darkness drips,
Collapses Star
bold and black bottomless chasm
dragging dirt and debris of past-
Lifeless haze,
hangs heavily overhead
pondering pressures plummet-
She sinks,
into rain filled with pain
She steeps,
deeper into blood-shamed marrow
She spoils inside, rotten
staggering through the storm-
Alone
She bleeds stones
through cracks in cold hearts.
Her roots shaken, she's stirred
undernourished, depleted
heart sick- dried up and calloused
in the belly of Venus. Her shape,
full round purple planet held
at the base of my lunar spine
yet, the wreckage remains blurred-
How does the universe implode?
Explode!
I can still hear grief-stricken screams
petrified, calcified inside the bones
of my ribs
Skeleton dribbles and drains, scandals
scraped and shredded in shedding skins
am I torn or reborn...?
I can't lift my head to see the horizon-
I'm bound at the foot of the Dragon,
slayed by the tongue of my underbelly
I'm engulfed, convulsing and heaving
I can't sip in blood stained air!
I'm motionless in the mire,
seared inside the incineration-
My affliction stains the clouds...
The pastel clouds,
Passing... Passing... Passing...
Passing.
Me.
By-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Collapsed Star, ©2016, Poems from Passion