|The Sun is Hidden (standard:poetry, 87 words)|
|Author: MAC||Added: Jan 12 2001||Views/Reads: 3204/3||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A man learns the value of the sun too late and begins searching for a subsitute.|
I have lost my vision I can see no sun My life has become fused Into ideals that never were mind The clouds have stolen my sun I have let evil things in The sun has been hidden away I have let things grow dim Storms have arrisen It is me that controls My mind has become distorted Without the sun, I do not see Without the sun, I break and spill Without the Son, I die and into hell I doth not transcend to my destiny Tweet
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