Blame
“A man can fail many times,
but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.” ~ John Burroughs
You say you love the moon
but it’s the stars you gaze at,
as you stretch your petal-like fingers,
to flaunt magical phrases
across nocturnal nights~
stealing their florescence
within forsaken lights,
to make them an unseen reality
worth reading,
as your charming words
protect them from invisible ink,
that has been
burning empty pages
from fiery flames,
oblivious to the
truth that not
every twinkling gem
can grant your wishes
to flicker caramel gold.
Perhaps, you should
see the scriptures within
lunar spheres,
how she carries pain,
whilst remaining faithfully
as a fairy goddess;
beacon of hope when you were
in your island of ignorance,
speaking the language
of dimmed dreams in
sentimental silence.
So, don’t question her
wounded skin reflecting
confined absence~
nor blame sizzling stars
with her name sewn,
in vibrant violet,
within the crystalline
cage beneath crooning seas.
She was never guilty
of lethal love,
nor were her emotions
manipulative games
designed for ephemeral pleasures~
she, was in
need of a sublime rhyme,
that can set her
healing heart ablaze,
reignite reasons to relive
promises made amidst
inevitable distance.
But if, pain prompted a voice,
you’ll feel her bleeding soul,
and her aching sight;
she’s seen so much
of what the dying
leaves and falling season
could do,
yet, the wind never revealed
secrets of the sunflower crescent,
for her tale was never
meant to be told to the weak~
trees with torn twigs,
too afraid to translate
heartbroken hymns,
and eager to place labels
on wilted weeds and faded flowers,
unaware of the raven runes
flowing in fickle hues
within their stone cold skin.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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