When the Sun Dies

Im straying from the sceduled assignment at hand with this post but i figured it couldnt hurt any. I wrote this poem some years ago and it acually reminded me of the topic of good and even moreso the evil in the world. So here it is:


When the Sun Dies

The moon giggles when children play
The stars laugh all our worries away
The clouds breath in our eternal hope
The sun smiles when lovers elope
When we are angry, the moon looks on in dismay
When we scream and yell, all the stars go away
When we hurt the clouds cry
When we kill…
that’s when the sun dies

1 comments:

I like they way you sort of stepped away from the assignment by going the opposite direction with it. It's different and stood out to me. I love the poem. Though short, it's powerful.

 

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