Not heartless, heartbroken
not manipulative, not terroristic
Not heartless, heartbroken
the fields of grass sway bright blue and green
under a red sky weeping
horseless, loveless, alone.
It’s not an unerring path
it’s a wounded warrior pierced by stalactites
huddled cold in the winter
a man searching, and hurting, and crying
Better to have loved
to have splintered
to have shattered
to have hurt
than to remain
the King
of Pluto.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Not heartless, heartbroken
not manipulative, not terroristic
Not heartless, heartbroken
the fields of grass sway bright blue and green
under a red sky weeping
horseless, loveless, alone.
It’s not an unerring path
it’s a wounded warrior pierced by stalactites
huddled cold in the winter
a man searching, and hurting, and crying
Better to have loved
to have splintered
to have shattered
to have hurt
than to remain
the King
of Pluto.
Pain