Qualms

Your face inspired the letting loose of the ogres of spite
From your feigned naivete the silencing of a thousand flutes

You widened the chasm between me and my paradise
The gap between the eastern and western strands

A hint of betrayal on the whim of affection loomed
A raging brightness that blurs and blinds totally

A nuclear head riding a blazing rocket running berserk
Carving its imprints of quicksands and bottomless sinkholes

Obliterating the clam diggers and the sandpipers on the sand
While I lie on shore with blackened and crinkled skin

Bleached skull and big bones emerging from crumbly ash
My soul flying off without bidding goodbye from the residue

by Eddie Roa

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A volcanic eruption of stupenous magnitudecan break any heart