Ity Has Gone

the worn out sun has been struck by an elegy of glare a dim day isolated by a dizzy drought leaning on an image drained by pleasure knitting dreams on the horizon that is reluctant to stand when isolation occurs there is only relevance a silent witness who takes shelter in a petty creature Ity has left a black note you don't have to cry on the veranda stunned by the mighty man adrift by intimacy and infidelity You…, left leaving an endless painful stain the choice has been tied up and never regret because between a beauty that's where you will find the protector Goodbye dear, I hope you can understand the meaning of your life