Poetry
Sun
By Timothy Copsey
The brightest star in our system
That raging sphere of passion
Has hid her face away
Covered herself in layers of grey
I need the warmth she gives
Can't cope with endless gloom
Everyday is the same
I awake feeling fine
Then start to shiver
As cold reality starts to dawn
Another second, minute, hour without the light.
© Timothy Copsey 1997
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