Fracture Poem by Phil de Lange
Fracture
I lay praying for divine stars
to exorcise these troubles,
haunting that seventh swing of
happiness;
The sleepless little critter
gnaws with Necromantic nostalgia
into the heart of an open
wound;
Brick red eyes wonder each
dark corner of my mind,
like a dead ocean swallowing ravaged
remnants
of lost tranquility
drowning in the Southern skies of
avulsion, crying for a sun's new
birth.
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