Night worn heavy as a cloak,
streaked with dust of stars long spent.
Deep fractures whisper silent testimony
to the unwavering jury of time
and furtive battles fought against fate.
In the vacuum-hush darkness
a vast cosmos breaths its lament.
Written in response to K.F. Hartless’s post and 40-word image prompt at: https://khartless.com/2024/03/14/petite-pen3-14-2024/
There’s something about that last line I love too. We all suffer and we all will until we have helped healed all suffering; the great irony being that we can only heal others by healing ourselves. I love the imagery of the first lines and I feel a friend in this poem that I can deeply relate to. I don’t know how I missed it before! I feel sure I checked your site looking for updates. But beautiful to read it now. <33
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