eulogy on broken strings ✯ poetry

ii. - strings of sunshine

strings of sunshine sent down from the sky
fallen like Icarus, and every bit as tragic
the plunge into the sea may have happened belatedly
but happened nonetheless, those vibrant strings turned pelagic

the strands then plunged into the fathomless depths
devoured by the tenebrosity of the thalassic beast
through the potency of the shadows they turn
a deep inky black, evocative of a black hole, at least

what once was a bright smile to tarry by my side
became a broken heap of hopes- never fulfilled, never forgotten
a source of light which once lit up my day
now only illuminates wistful times long gone rotten

the supernova did not occur, rather imploding upon itself
the sun, the star, the light of my life had vanished and had left my sight
collapsing into its final form of the vicious black hole
once only reminiscent of darkness, now the true absence of light

once strung upon Apollo's harp, playing a magnificent tune
they now scarcely play such melodies, merely once in a blue moon