Treasure Island

Unintelligible Susurration


Gaudy


The sun rises day and night
but it beckons a hollow fright
even if it shines bright.

Casting it's rays on Earth
it brings me delight
instead of the intended fright.

I go outside, ready to be warmed
Yet the clouds have become greedy,
wanting none to steal their precious light.

Lowering my head I go inside;
I need not glide.

The sun has appeared
calling for me to not go
But I will not be veered.

The sun I held so dear
I will no longer hear.

I shall turn to the moon -
The moon and it's gaudy tune.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/14/2013 2:56:00 AM)

    the sun rises day and night, good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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