The sky is a striking streak of color.
It's hard to think that it's a universe.
That the light is energy being shot at us.
For absorption, sure, but not on purpose.
What if the sun is shooting violent hate?
And from this far away it's nothing but love.
We can't see what it feels, we can't feel it.
And what would be the point anyways?
The universe is a void of pointlessness.
We just think it's anger is beautiful from afar,
And until it hurts us we'll love it and live.
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Poem A Day
PoetryJust something I've been meaning to do, and that is stacking up the work until my mind explodes! Here is another project to stack, my poem a day project
