*OUT OF ORBIT*

I don't care for holding the world
anymore; this cold and
hardened sphere.

For to hold it up, to hold
it dear,
has burned our souls.
And hardened hearts
with fear.

The colour of jade.
The colour of soot.
Anger poisons our blood
from head,
to foot.

And what is there to show for it?
From holding this globe
up in helpless orbit.

Would gravity pull
it down?
Would the antithesis
pull it away?
I no longer care
for its awful weight.

I don't care for holding the world
anymore; this cold and
hardened sphere.


|| alanna joanne