"censuriously" poems
It was unforgivably uncomfortable,
The prying gaze of the Sun.
It felt like a million eyes staring
Without blinking censuriously at my soul.
Stripped of pride with nowhere to hide,
I felt naked, wrapped in her fury;
She spoke sternly without pity.
Her words pierced my skin like arrows
Poking at the very core of my sanity;
I raged with sadness, helpless, drying.
Till Night came in shining armor:
To save the day.
© Layiglover
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC