The Aftermath
By: Trixie Lulamoon
(AKA Trixie the Great and Powerful)
The rain pours endlessly,
From the foundation of my face,
To the cracked basin of my heart,
Trickle…trickle…
What once was solid stone,
Sits eroding in the darkness,
With no one to repair its beauty,
Waning…waning….
As the night comes,
And I close my eyes to see the horizon;
The place my heart once stood unbroken,
Soaking…soaking…
In rays of hope’s sunlight,
Now sheltered by pony’s hatred,
And hidden from my own subconscious,
Buried…buried…
By the endless rain,
Suffocating me in its wake;
Drowning past ambitions,
And carrying away dreams,
I once held dear.