A Rubik’s Cube Of Heartbreak

By Rashad Booker

This cube was hard to sustain but now I understand, Colors twisted as if they were feelings

shifted this cube is a labyrinth of pain. In hands of shadow’s a cube dark as night a devilish 

puzzle twisted tight, Colors clash and shake as truth breaks the darkness to expose the light, 

that love of this kind was one sided and never truly right.

Each turn a scar, a silent ache, a puzzle lost in the shadow’s wake, a restless game in midnight’s 

gloom solving love’s cruel tangled room where hope and despair entwine, a devil’s craft, 

a design malign.

Red for rage that burns so deep, blue for tears we cannot see, green for the hopes that cease to 

leap, yellow for dreams we dare not speak. Yet in this chaos truth may dwell, a lesson woven

In silent hell that through the darkness one can find the strength to heal, and to move forward 

from love that was colored illusions which felt so real.

By Rashad Booker