Thursday, November 19, 2020

Previously Published in Daily Love . . .

Dynasty of Broken Arrows

You replaced the sun.
Outshone the moon.
And took your rightful place
as the spotlight
in my dark world.

But like any distracting star,
you fade.
Tired and complacent.
Capable of wonder.
Yet filled with the desire
to burn.
A black hole.
In my eyes.

I need you there.
In that empty cage.
You are my prize:
an endagered species.
That no one wants to save.

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