It’s been weeks
Weeks, I say!
The sun stirs me from my dark nights
Leaving me with an unfamiliar...warmth?
I don’t despise it
It’s been a welcome change from
The sunken eyes and
Miasma of unpleasantries
Now the sun
bathes me in its glow
Never afraid to
Burn me with its tremendous affection and adulation
I can feel it's joyful intentions
However,
Even birds must land
And when they land on gravelled road
Their wings sore from their journey
So too, they whimper towards the night sky
Hoping for anything to listen to their woes
It’s been weeks
Weeks, I say!
The sun may be my friend
But the night is family
It hears my yearning
Like a cat of the alleys
That shrieks and hisses
Fending off the night’s terrors
It listens in its silence
And utters nothing but thought
And sometimes
That's more than enough.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
It’s been weeks
Weeks, I say!
The sun stirs me from my dark nights
Leaving me with an unfamiliar...warmth?
I don’t despise it
It’s been a welcome change from
The sunken eyes and
Miasma of unpleasantries
Now the sun
bathes me in its glow
Never afraid to
Burn me with its tremendous affection and adulation
I can feel it's joyful intentions
However,
Even birds must land
And when they land on gravelled road
Their wings sore from their journey
So too, they whimper towards the night sky
Hoping for anything to listen to their woes
It’s been weeks
Weeks, I say!
The sun may be my friend
But the night is family
It hears my yearning
Like a cat of the alleys
That shrieks and hisses
Fending off the night’s terrors
It listens in its silence
And utters nothing but thought
And sometimes
That's more than enough.
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