Sun Shades - Poem by Phillip Erb
One moment mister, pardon me if I’m
Right in your way, in your place, wasting time.
I cannot afford to pay you mind, and I am so tired,
It’s certainly possible I might go blind if I don’t set aside
One moment - in the least, no more than two - to rest my eyes.
So many days and nights they’ve been open wide,
Now they sting, itch and scratch in the burning light,
Dried out and filled with sand; it hurts and who could cry
Right now if I tried, if I’m running out of time
To put out the fire: hold still, quiet the lies
I'll put out tonight despite how tight
I squeeze, shut the lid against burning light
And the fight is yours tonight.
Comments about Sun Shades by Phillip Erb
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You