Flash Storm
the wrong stream of words
flows in through my eyes
latches onto a memory
before lashing my heart
a thin strip of blood
forms over tender scar
a small drop spilling
turns into a storm
the little storm rages
as best as it can
lightning through synapse
tries to short out my mind
but there’s no shortage here
of fortune and blessing
I stand beside grace
my invincible star
the star far outshines
every memory you left
you no longer have air
to fit under your wings
the rainbow she weaves
chases all pain away
her smile’s a better place
stripping words of their meaning
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This is lovely
I love the whole thing, but that last set, Is just very pretty.
Philip – I love how the last word of each stanza flows into the next! Beautiful lines in stanza 2 –
“lightning through synapse
tries to short out my mind
but there’s no shortage here
of fortune and blessing
I stand beside grace
my invincible star”