Golden Orb
Driving into a ball of gold
I would say orange but nothing rhymes
I’ve likely travelled miles untold
Lacking insight, completely blind
He glares at me; I can’t glare back
Right in my face, hard to ignore
When I look up, can’t see a thing
Except that hazy, golden orb
It seems that night will never come
This bloody sunset never ends
I’m likely going to miss my turn
This golden orb is not my friend
I know he’s only showing off
I know he’s having his own way
He’s burned into my retinas
I really wish he’d go away
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