Transition-by RCGreen

written July 29th, 2018 9:41am

and when the tower fell

the future was raised(razed)in dust

and longing for his trust

the most precious treasure in her "collection"

was immune to her protection

and numb to the connection

her journey lost direction

as this world is literally ending

cruel messages her brain was sending:

"LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG"

trite words frozen on her tongue

looking in the mirror of an intended pair

reflecting back a single stare

her missing piece was always there

his matching sides aged with wear

edges she wished she could repair

(irony of which she couldn't bear)

peeling back the layers, looking for the core

empty-handed; into the sun she would soar

the smell of burning feathers

filled the world unfettered