Torturous Is the Orb
AGAIN!!
the sun rises, sneaking its way through
COVERED window pane.
as FEARED,
brightening my half exposed face.
here, begins, yet another,
CURSED day.
only in my slumber, do I feel truly safe.
asleep, all my troubles, instantly float away
CONCIOUS thoughts
only bring constant
SORROW and
ANGST!!
if just once that orb's
CURSED glow,
would stay darkened, avoiding my windows a whole
how sad is it, that the
SUN
has become my warning sign,
that more
SUFFERING is
on the way?
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