Thirteen Thousand Suns Poem by Reece Richardson

Thirteen Thousand Suns. blacked out.

Silenced.

Why?

Because they burned too brightly.
Their fire was too fierce.
Their voices to vivacious and Loud.
They spoke and were silenced.


Now figures stumble in the darkness.
Searching for purpose in the 9-5, caffeine injection, never late always polite, 'Nice and Friendly', accept the spit on their cheek from their betters and turn the other in blind acceptance as they wonder a once full void. Lit only by IOS and Android.

Thirteen Thousand Suns.
And a million more.




Somewhere a piano plays




Hope for the lost