Stole the sun

 

She stole the warm air,

left cold dead and bare,

alone in a ditch somewhere.

She stole the sun,

from the sky,

led the clouds to my side

and ordered them to surround,

choking noxious fumes,

my lungs bursting apart at the seams

head starts to pound.

 

She stole the peace.

Penetrated my heart

with blade of steel,

then wouldn't cease.

Just an icy hole

where it once belonged.

Puncture wounds

deep and long.

The beat once echoed loud,

now only silence.

growing colder,

in the field she ploughed

over this blue skin.

 

She stole the sun,

Took every ounce 

of my happiness.

Every river that runs, 

every fleeting chance of bliss.

Now just me and the moon,

but to be honest,

I've always been more in tune

with the silver sphere sitting there.

It's looked deep into my eyes,

and never judged, nor accused,

never abused or told mistruths.

It has heard my tears and every cry,

it's never burnt me,

the loving moon in the thunderous sky.

 

 

 

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