I Write Poetry

His heart aflame with love
yet ached with pains
as he dwelled in the mire
of a forever unkind world

Slowly he pulled the blaze from his chest
and set to it with implements
of destruction

He chopped, sliced, cut
smashed and shattered the shine
Till all that was left was countless bits of ember laying in a heap at his feet

His hand reached down
fist closing on chunks of inferno
sorrow rolling down his cheek
He thrust it
into the black void above

Scattering the remnants
in the endless night

Never again shall he bleed
forever so shall the fires glow,
in solitude, alone,
adrift amidst bodies in the celestial cemetery
of gods and lovers

He gave his heart unto the heavens
and let its angels decide
how, where, when,
and to whom its splintered fragments are sent

The stars
his hearts legacy
each twinkle a smile
each flicker a wink
Upon each one falling
a wish made.

He spent his life giving away
parts of himself

And with a broken heart
he had more pieces to share with the world

Though the man may die
his heart carries on his plight

Doing its best to light up the darkness
and make the world just
one smile brighter

His story lays
in and of the stars