Staring at the Sun

Scribbles on the train

The clouds separated so fast you had to turn away from the sun.

Blinding rays filled your eyes.

For once you wished you were kept in the dark,

on the day you lost the only one you ever loved.

Smokes of addiction was your only vice.

Running from all that reminded you of home,

your veins started to crystalise.

For for a moment of tranquility, it never mattered who never woke up.

Author's Note

Australian English. We use 's' instead of 'z'