A Void at the Center of the Known Universe

In space, in anguish, silent planets
Circle an uncaring sun. I circle, too,
But you are gone, the reasons for your
Abdication known to you; to me
Obscure. Somewhere, to someone,
You bring warmth, and he whose orbit
Has been blessed should be alight with
Gratitude. If he is not, reclaim your
Place within the solar system you've
Abandoned. I will circle you, the lover
Who you dare not love. My path is
Fixed, my anguish neverending. I
Wait here for you, my distant, absent
Star, uncaring sun.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-18 at 02:53

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