As a boy
I begged the sun to wait.
To stay hidden in the clouds patiently.
As I swore at the moon.
"I hate you"
The sun sat in the clouds.
Watching as I ran through
a neighboring yard.
When I stopped to gather myself,
I searched.
The sky above me was blue.
The clouds had left, taking the sun from me.
Leaving me with stars.
And like clockwork,
The street lights turn on
Calling me home.
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Joe Black
PoetryI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems
