The Burning Sun

And I sit, the blazing sun

Burning all of me

I hide in pain, nowhere to run

I am now, not free.

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And above, above them all

Only when it's night,

I see those burning, in the sky

Millions, they're so bright.

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And I sit, and ask the moon

Why can I now rest?

It sits there and very soon

It is heading west.

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And the burning doesn't stop

Day and after day,

And when eventually I drop

South will be my way.

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And when the burning of the flames

What would I not give

To look up, the blazing sun

Just one more day, to live.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ein Ashton :)]

I'm not sure if this is about anything specific, but when I read this it makes me think about burnout, exhaustion, and depression.

But that's just my interpretation of it and I would love to know what it's based on!
(you're an EXTRAORDINARY poet)

[MrBeardM]

I just write to calm my mind :)
It's not really based on anything, but only on the idea of not knowing what you have until you lost it.