Sunlight

A poem deliberating various psychological themes through use of figurative language.

 

Sunlight

Sunlight, passes in shafts,
Cutting through the silence,
You say you will not share me.

This window is locked, barred,
It is not the only one, I drank
the lake, to swallow the key.
Weekly constant rhythms,
Because we are just a cycle,
Repeating each day’s delusion.

This bed is made, no one has ever
Been here but me, I am an invader,
The white, too clean, like ammonia,
The dragon’s fire does not hurt me,
I am numb, the eye of this storm,
But it has left me like you: drowning.

The clothes are torn, filthy skin,
Interrupted by swarming insects,
God’s plagues are ever restless.
This father without a child,
Desperate to no longer be a son,
But he is scrambling through my garden.

So I shall sell myself, so to buy
More tears from you, how long shall
I afford this misery? I do not know.
Jack has come with his friend Daniel,
For now at least, we’ll make small talk,
And act as though, this peace is real.

So take from my black mouth before
You go again, persistent thief,
Who has taken, all the sunlight.