The Words Strewn

The sky was once stained  
with vibrant colors, a light  
pierced through the surface  
illumining the words inside.  
Even with closed eyes, I  
would discover them as  
they fluttered around me  
matching the rhythm  
of your voice, ending  
in a glowing embrace.  

But the voice has gone silent,  
as each hour dissolves  
from present to past.
A crack, that started small,  
has grown, tearing me apart.  
The sky is now choked off  
by rotting clouds.
The colors muted,  
the words strewn,  
ripped away by a tempest  
and with it my muse.  
Without words, I shall wither.
Written by CharlotteMae
Published | Edited 3rd Sep 2020
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