Let me tell you why I hate the sun
But first
Take me to the padded room
Chain me to a yellow wall
Feed me from a lithium tube
For I am insane, insane as they come
This world is too much
To convenient too accept
Normal activities
Hard to recollect
A perfect model for an imperfect brain
Our sun, revealing more
More than just a perfect day
I told them I wanted war
Rorschach warned them to ignore
His blotches diagnose my mind
Black, like my summer sky
Family visit me, calling occasionally
Peering through the files of the surgeons skull
They wonder why I blame the sun
I blame its waves of fire
I blame its position in space
I know for a fact it is a liar
I hate its yellow face
I hate that I can only feel
The light that shines upon me
I hate that it rises everyday
Once feeding our love
Now, burning me away.
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Wonderful write Gerard, pinned...?
Thank you Marion x
Unique as always ?? I enjoyed.
Thank you.
I have read this a number of times and pinned to read again. It is written so well. Sometimes it is difficult to "feel" the light when we are huddled in the all consuming darkness especially when the darkness feels like home. A stellar write x
Hi Christina, I'm not sure what exactly my poetry means, reading this particular one back to myself, I'm confused, yet satisfied at its direction, I feel like pins and needles beneath the sun, I feel sore and sick yet happy in its light.