Apostate

"I no longer believe" !
Barely had the air escaped my lips
That my life turned left, veered into chaos
& the magic left me.
The protection ripped from above my head,
As the wind rips the ribs of an umbrella,
Turning it uselessly inside out.
The Earth continued to turn slowly,
Slightly askew.
Rolling towards the Sun.
Warming one side, then the other.
Day is done.
Night has come.