The Morning I Could Live Again

A sky of blood-soaked amber, a sea of polished steel,

The stars remain half-faded like the pink of a cut,

That one morning where nothing could hurt me anymore,

That one morning when I could live again.


The crimson-dyed sky is edged by a trail of fire,

The air outside is a frost of smoke and sea-salt,

This morning I will not tear open these scars,

I will not bleed to match the stab-wounded sun.


Since that morning you have killed me again, stabbed through the heart,

The wounds were re-opened, and bled themselves dry,

Depression swooped down like a vulture and blackened the sky,

The amber sun faded and hardened like a festering scab,

I lost myself in the dark as I was torn apart.





The End

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