a plea
the sun that you
stole
was mine
the house you left
a black hole
was mine
this sunshine that
laughs in your home is mine
without it, a dark
abyss is all that's left of my life
it is replete with
my sorrow’s scented smell
this sunshine was
mine yesterday, as it is today as well
i, ray-less, am it’s
father still
in it’s limbs, it
is my fire that’s instilled
with the fragrance
of my sun it is rife
the sun that was
stolen in broad daylight
but you are not to
blame for this theft
of the sun, every
era has been left bereft
in ever age
woefully weeping and crying
some afternoon or
other of the sun has died
i beseech you,
light-less, ray-less
i, a father
impious, standing at your doorstep
come, by my hand
i’ll place a sun at your head
come, today, for my
sunshine, i’ll fall at your feet
forgive me, i am a
body stained, ashamed
before the light of
the suns, take not my name
if a ray were to ever ask something, quiet you must stay
or call me a black
sun and turn away
this is a
sunshine’s father’s plea
from today on, my
sunshine’s dead for me
and along with the
sun, from today, it’s yours
whose house it
laughs in, is the father, of course
the sun that you
stole
was yours from the
start
my house from birth
was eternally dark
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