In An Alexandrite Lode Poem by Sebastian Priotese

In An Alexandrite Lode



I don't know if it's because
I'm alone or because
You're an icy sun where my heart used to be.
But the world without you
Is an alexandrite lode
And I gradually transform -
One heartbeat per minute -
In a nuance that shall endure
In stone - a thorn in the ribs
Of a massif, a lode of filth and madness,
But ultimately with such an intense
Color.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,love
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