The sun rises in bloody hues,
another empty night.
Fill it with videos and games,
watch sunrise with regret and
self-loathing.
Glance upon its beauty and remember
how cold such a beauty feels.
Shiver in the heat of summer underneath
four blankets,
all belonging to her.
But she's gone now.
Soon she'll send for her things,
leaving nothing but painfully happy
memories behind.
-Zero
This poem remembers me of Abel in Never Ever After Comic made by Chris Baldie and Holley McKend that you can read here: http://nevereverafter.com/post/141052311326/were-baaack.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, The Chill of Sunrise (poem) was made short. It is heavy to read for such a peaceful Summer time. The paradoxes that we may read in it actually chills my spine. Well-made, indeed!
This poem even invited me to listen Once Upon a December song from the Anastasia movie. I feel the cold only from reading the poem and the only thing I want right now is to be warmly cuddled with the ones I love.
What a deep reading...Thank you. Time to move on like Moana would say in her movie.