Sun In An Empty Room - Poem by Lizelah Thaugally
I am open,
I revel in the warmth of the sun,
my edges are wept clean,
I am smooth and light.
I stand out from the rest,
Shadow in darkness.
The floor looks up with yearning.
For three hours each day
This is my moment of glory
The world is looking at me,
I am divine.
No cracks of paint,
I am fresh,
new and bright
I am sugary sand,
made smooth by human adventures.
I am unspoilt, pure and good.
For three hours, the world is mine,
Until the God of Ra casts its shadow
And the warmth moves on.
As I get colder and darker,
The cracks reveal themselves.
A spider spins its web,
watches my anguish
I am no more,
just a part of something else
I merge with darkness.
Holding out his cold damp hands,
I silently accept it.
And wait in the dark,
wait until tomorrow.
The window winks,
shimmering with secrets and promises.
I become colder still, edges blurred
becoming smaller and smaller.
There’s only one piece of me left now.
I hold on with all my strength
that tiny corner of warmth, I hold onto it.
until his clammy hands sweeps over me
and snuffs me out.
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