i guess they could call it
a 'solar eclipse'
when we crossed paths
and i blocked your world
you were brighter than me
with your endless glow
fiercer with your fire
i was just cold and gray
with my pale light
reflecting your luminosity
legend has it
that this phenomenon
was considered unlucky
and i was your thorn
among your rose-filled life
i reckon
you were getting tired
as i stood in your way
and bothered you endlessly
and just like any ordinary
'solar eclipse'
this would all have to end
and it eventually did
YOU ARE READING
Solace
PoetryThese are the words I've been dying to speak But if I do They would pronounce me weak So read and understand Before I say "I never want to see the light of day." A collection of poetry, on life, love and loss.
