Blue light from a blue screen
Spread across the room
Baltimore melancholy, unseen haze
For my inner sight only.
Characters from your favorite TV series
They’re getting older
Like imaginary friends, they know secret
Of my heartbreak.
It’s been a long time
Since the burning stars of your eyes
Kept my soul warm
And it’s been a while
Since the clarity of your face
Dissolved turbid of the world.
In this wasteland I’m in
The only flower blooming is you
In spite death and destruction
You bloom, oblivious
Of heroes fallen on a blue screen.
A fallen hero, a metaphor
Of a sister, poetic avenger
Who mustn’t fall in life.
The flower of you, blooming in wasteland
Will stay white, oblivious
Of heroes fallen on a blue screen
While the Baltimore melancholy
Is reaching me, on the other side of the ocean.
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