4/ Good Love Gone Bad

There’s a burden of love that won’t go away, so real I can taste it on my tongue touch it with my mind feel it in me like undigested frogs spawn.
The light green trees of light, of Ash, and the flowers of Horse Chestnut spikes makes me wish I could produce more art.
A general fear of death, dying, destruction is taking over.
Everywhere I look I see a countdown to some ending, some disturbing mystery probing me.

I am a burden of love, now I become what I cannot control.

I am a human sacrifice adrift on a sea of flames.
I am a ships radio officer adrift in a sea of light.
I am bad love gone unhealed for years in a sea covered in floating medicine bottles and naked female manikins.

A pair of nervous sparrows their feathers smudged in a darker colouring visited my little garden of wildflowers. They darted away like two spitfires between the hedge growth.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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