My Sun

My Sun Did it hurt when you were told I was gone, Did it pain to know you were never going to see me again, That you and I, us - we're done? Blame yourself for the drought that replaces the fallen rain. A scarcity of affection, But how can something that never existed be scarce, Let me ask you - no beg you to understand my affliction, But do feelings dwell in a heart so sparse? You're the sun. You were my sun. The same sun which gave me life didn't think twice to dry and drain my soul turning it into nothing but air. A vapor, one of despair.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 9/27/2024 12:43:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.