You may think the sun is unhurt
Fine and whole,
How do you know though ?
Maybe the rage with which it shines is just a cover,
To hide it's dark core , it's burnt skin.
The glaring rays might just be
The tears of sadness
Leaking from their eyes
To the evergreen earth which thinks
It huge and grand and majestic.
What if the sun too,
Feels like a broken child.
One with deep scars
That stretches across its heart.
What if the sun too
Has a mirthless laugh
Hidden in the sunshine.
What if the cloudy days,
Where just the depressed days,
When the sun can't wake up.
Telling us,
Feel my pain, give me a break.
The sun might just be
The lonely child
Sitting in the back seat alone.
The child that hides
In the folds of his mother's dress.
Or just that glaring soldier
Whose heart is so scarred,
It has protective walls as high as the mt everest
As deep as the Mariana trench .
How do you know
The sun is perfect;
How do you know anybody?
What if the smiling person next to you
Is just that?
A tattered being ,
Hidden in their brilliant daydream of a smile.
YOU ARE READING
Pixels
PoetrySomewhere in the deep dark that resides in me - there exists a part of me that yearns to let it's feelings out. And what lets out ones feelings better than poetry? So here I have a few poems that I have written and consider worthy enough to the eyes...
