Searing Light – A Freeform Poem

The Sun


Peeking through my windows,
he saw me paralyzed.
Gaping at my echoes,
Before he realized.

This was not me,
This was not him,
But who was he to judge?

The sun may stay,
Not go away,
But never ever grudge.

He was only curious,
Looking at this shape.
The lifeless man, on his bed,
Barely even wake.

The light passed through,
It’s what to do,
Quick and clear and bright.

The heat was true,
his heart then knew,
I had been scorched here by his light.


Photo by: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/171879main_LimbFlareJan12_lg.jpg

 

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