Sun Poem by Pierre Pabstel

Sun



With its sharp beams,
Its rays of light
It cuts through my dreams
It cuts through the night

Burns my skin
Sears my eyes
Fries my brain
With its bright lies

This Just Demon
Puts torch to my soul
This Just Demon
Ruins my whole

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Pierre Pabstel

Pierre Pabstel

New Brunswick, Canada
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