Masked sun

Dwelling in my silent chaos

I sit inside of bewilderment

Beset, trying to understand

Rejection for being different

I’ve sweat, I cried, and I bled  

For a sun that hides its head

In sandy beaches of arrogance       

Nothing I say or do changes

If any tides move in or out            

Nonetheless, I remain objective        

To the true course of currents

No matter where they lead me   

Mixed color hazes and clouds  

Replaced his kinder… reflections


Poet of the Light © 2022


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