Him 5

You'd soon go
and fade away slowly
as slow as the sun sets

and the night finds me unsettled from the burned skin

But I hunt the sun and the clearness it gives me
the hope and the purpose

And you chose to come back everyday too
because without my worship, and the things you stir
You'd also be meaningless.




Poetry by zana
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Written on 2016-07-19 at 20:04

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.
2016-07-20