I would stare into the sun until it set beneath its horizon every day,
And I would think that I had won, imaging our lives an elaborate play.
Until the sun did that thing that it had done every single night until this moment,
A disgusting, regretful reminder of this thing, and that I could never own it.
I would reach for the light, but my vision blurred to a haze,
For I could not gaze at beauty, unless I tempered its blaze.
The fire engulfed me, and I was spat out, burnt and forsaken, because I had been rejected by an omniscient provider.
What worth hold I, in response to this flippant, neglected disguise?
I will stop this veined course,
And take my life for it.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJjq5hrHbZ
