You came as a baleful sun,
burning a hole though my clouded soul.
I was the never careful son, overturning
the trolls ruling my celestial poles.
We became two scoops of melted twilight
dripping through the cracks of a waffle
cone. You and your darkness renamed
the hour of midnight, while I slipped on
the ax of a novel clone.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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