Waiting For Dusk
The sun has become the source of such anguish
I wish it would obscure itself behind the clouds
I long to see that lively flame extinguished.
It is always there. I feel it burn through my pride.
Reveals the ugly features I am trying to hide.
The sun has become the source of such anguish.
The mocking star that rises in morning
Overstaying its welcome long into the evening.
I long to see that blinding flame extinguished.
The fervent day borne in moistened malaise
Swelling over my sweating skin. Lately,
The sun has become the source of such anguish.
I dream of blackening the sky that holds it afloat
Snuff out that light with no hesitation.
I long to see that joyful flame extinguished.
I sit alone with paranoia, beyond its stare,
The shades drawn—hiding my face from the glare
Of the sun that has become the source of such anguish.
I long to see that flame extinguished.
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