The allure of disappearing,

Turns and turns through the day

When all the blame has been spent

Wrung dry and lifeless

–

A lightning rod burns bright

In a bitter-hearted stare,  

Glowing hot in the eye

Of a southern-born storm

–

Vanishing is a luxury I cannot afford,

At this time 

While new light

Still thrives in the wild

–

The vacancy left behind

Is it cruel?

Is it mercy?

For all who follow too close

In their hazy affection?