Broken Poetry

Universal Art

Worlds of pain come crashing down into my black hole of a soul. Inhaling every wrong and mistake from those around me and compressing it into my tiny body, nearly collapsing against itself. Stars collide against each other creating explosions of burning fire and rage. Water worlds leak out of my eyes, one drop at a time as the gravitational pull only gets larger and larger. Rocks and meteorites come flying to my fragile body, bruising every inch of my soft skin, creating the beauty of the night sky some people see. Black and blue, fire and water, such evil things, yet you call them wondrous for you only see the colors, not the painful story behind the art.