Modern Romanticism

Underscore, a highlight
upon this bruised flesh,
beneath flashing storms.

I am not seeing sunlight,
having become bottomless
in this designated state.

I am not seeing that glow,
having become replicated
from particles of snow.

Underlined – keep me pinned,
keep me reminded of what’s next.

There’s a silver streak
tearing across a galaxy.

There’s an iron womb
as one forgotten tomb.

Who’s there to see me run
from where sickness had begun?
Who’s there to wonder why
I had started to cry?