Treasure Island

MONCIANA EDMONDSON

(Jamaica, West Indies)

I Need The Sun


I need the sun
I need fun
No sun no fun
Did you use a gun
To kidnap the sun
My mood is in the slum
I move through the day like a bum
Slowly the grey skies boldly
Hold hostage the very source of my energy
Grey skies sapping me like kryptonite
Getting out of a bed is a fight
Cloudy days, my blight
The sun is needed to ignite
The process that fosters the explosion of spring life
Each day with no sun cuts me like a knife
But no death comes, each day with no sun just pain and strife.

Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012

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