Supernova

[song_of_thea]

As I stand upon the edge

Of forgotten memories

A supernova flashes

Bright on the night horizon

 

It’s time for me to move on

This desolate plane shall cease

Giving life to this shattered

Mountain of heartbroken souls

 

I look down from the tower

Of craggy rocks and scattered

Bones attached to broken thoughts

I once lived here, loved this place

 

Our once bright beacon of light

Has forsaken us hence forth

To the heavens I must fly

Past Polaris of the north

 

This edge of the horizon

Becomes my earthly launchpad

My ceramic wings unfurled,

Fare thee well, oh mortal past!

 

Comments

[static_abyss]

I am in love with the flow of your poems. I love the way it feels to read them aloud and in my head. That every single line is to the same beat is just so satisfying. You write wonderful poetry.