Shining is the Sun
The Sun burns, the day hurts
Blinding my eyes
I can no longer see the light around me,
I am a dim light in a world full of shining people.
I flicker on and off like a dying light bulb.
Any moment I can pop and my glass will break.
Life would continue on
Because they are shining, I am broken
The sun burns my flesh, I melt into the monster I am.
Everyone sees me. A thing that is angry and sad, so broken.
And if you look down, you will see the black dog which controls my life.
I am forever its slave, for my mind fears the black dog.
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoetryShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
