Loveless collision

A little, then more.
Nothing is ever enough.
In this world, where hate is king.
He’s an angel of sadness.
Watching it all from space.
Seeing molecules and indifference collide.
What remains, what took him away.
Stained with pain and cruelty.
Reigning like unlucky stars in our eyes.
Walking it back in photonic blackness.
We only leave the ground for a minute.
To spin on the atoms.
And feast, on the junk of these hearts.
With mercury in our eyes.

07/12/202224/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: angels, hurt, spaceTags: angel, anger, art, cruelty, death, hate, hearts, hurt, king, pain, poem, Poetry, science, skull, space, stars, watching 1 Comment