Start the sorrow.
You leave me in a
dusky field
of charred-petaled roses,
Crumbling to ash-
My hope yields- forms
clouds that obscure....
skies into colors of drowning,
Why am i left behind?
To play such a pathetic part
as you make my icarus's heart
chase the shadow of an
already
setted
sun.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
Start the sorrow.
You leave me in a
dusky field
of charred-petaled roses,
Crumbling to ash-
My hope yields- forms
clouds that obscure....
skies into colors of drowning,
Why am i left behind?
To play such a pathetic part
as you make my icarus's heart
chase the shadow of an
already
setted
sun.
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