POETIC JUSTICE: LOVE IS ON VACATION

These days, there’s
An abortion of dawn.

There’s no moon, there’s no sun,
All is dark and dull,
There’s no fire in the hearth,
Only the ashened memory
of the divorced
Fireplace.

The mind incubates thoughts,
thoughts fragmented
Into flying collectives
Of mishmashed brain
Delicacies, soddened by
Periods of mind-fallow.

The heart is broken
Love is on vacation,
An eternal vacation.

Love broken is routine
Broken; the promise
Of paradise truncated.

Sent in by: Asikoko Tobechukwu