Cinnabar

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Cinnabar

Mercury singes the blooming flowers,

blood spilt forth my stillborn heart

bubbles and drowns in sombrely colours

the blossoms; scattered apart.

There I stand in the pitch-black centre,

wearing that heart on a cut-off sleeve

my arms outstretched; my trembling voice calling

"I love you still; so please don't leave!

Don't leave me behind; I love you yet!"

Ah, but the flowers; crimson like cinnabar

Ah, but the flowers; which white tears shed

I must've been cruel; how could I not realise

Those flowers were wilting; killed by regret.

Reviews

[sonnie ibadah]

Such a powerful piece.
The raw emotions; desperation, regret, fear, loss...beautifully depicted.
Well done.