The horizon’s rays of yellow, orange, and red
Shine beyond your blinders and creep into your bed,
Slowly prying open the shutters of your eyes.
Like the sun, your aching body stiffens to rise.
Closely locking in every treasured piece of you I can hold on to—
Because I highly value the wealth of memories you’ve left with me
For you,
By name,
Are entitled to be a royal pain.
But you,
O Cobra,
O King,
Are not the only poetically evil invertebrate
Of your breed.
Though simply ordinary,
I am complex and unique—
An open book who is hard to read.
The story of my life is much the same as many are—
Different.
It’s a piece that can fill both the heart and soul.
It can fill the mind with many memories
Which create a cause for one to daydream
While breathing out those light lovely sighs.
Will it be the color of the Hole
Sucking me further into the stamen of internal Void?
Or will I follow myself deeper into the petals of my Heart
Into the Light within the Life within this Love?
An internal shouting match;
But I can’t understand the noise within.
And the external result between us
Is a long cold silence.
The ego of rationality
Warns me to beware the ides of non-sensicals
Marching a number of imaginary radical illogicals.
Past youthful stage between us had long died
Quickly before we ever knew
Real pain was festering in our hearts,
Separating us more and more over
Time.
Guess our relationship was strapped in like a bunJEE cord—
Too big of A CHallenge to keep us from falling.
Guess our EYEs couldn’t see us break before we ever hit bottom.