Absent poems
in the negative space of my life
Clouds begin to huddle in the
space left behind
They emit the sound before the rain
Fear and gloom surrounds the heart
Without you my past poems have
turned into a statue that people
admire but only from afar
Tears rile up
our vivid times
Not even spring
can bloom under
this blue less sky
I fade in and
fade out of daily life
I am but a dead star
stuck in the bygone you
to become a bygone me
holding on to a bygone view
Illustration by Takiisbranding
Smoke words every day. 
6 responses to “[458] The Spectacle of My Supernova”
I am but a dead star…😢
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Glad you liked that line!
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stuck in bygone you
to become bygone me
how amazing any line can be..
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Thank you Shwetha. Really appreciate it 🙂
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“Tears rile up our vivid times”–Love this line. Love to live in an emotional intensity.
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