what if the Sun
fades away
at the end
of each and every day
because she is
Ashamed?
because compared
to the other stars
she is so Small and
Maimed?
what if the Sun
cannot bear
to see such Beauty
everywhere?
when she herself
feels so Ugly
not Strong and Fair?
what if the Sun
cannot find
Courage and Belief
in her own mind?
will she cease
to rise
and leave us
with Darkness we so
despise?
what if the Sun
no longer shone?
we would miss her
once she was gone
taken for granted
for so long a time
she is falling apart
before our eyes
and never once
do we think
to wipe her tears dry
we never even notice
her cry
so if the day is
short and cold
now you know why
our Beautiful Sun
is dying
her tomb is
the sky
where each star
shines brightly
it's all a
Disguise
they are all Victims
of the same
Cruel Lies
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
