Confetti Stars

Confetti stars polka dot my sky

facets of my fury torn in pieces

seen through center of my tornado.

Wounded but still twinkling

Trapping me in a world

below the blanketing of stars.

Fighting battles in midnight skies

disintegrating into sodden pool,

drowning in blackened vault.

Thoughts entwined in timeless sphere

oblivion grasping with skeletal fingers.

I grip my light, clenching it to soul

forbidding kernel of truth from crashing

to earth, clutching with bare hands

preserving glow for Heaven assignation.