a beautiful day,

but i am blinded. - a poem.

There are days

Where I want to swallow

The sun’s rays.

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Oh, how I despise them

Shimmering and dancing along surfaces

With the feather-light grace of a polished gem.

Relentless, they are—

Despicable fiends.

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My tongue is sandpaper—

A desert, a wasteland

Of my sculpted smile

Of clay, the one cracking

Under my mind’s

Unconscious denial.

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I keep quiet,

For when I open my mouth,

I become a riot

Of fury, of fire.

My words—crimson-laced spires.

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I do not yet know how to confess

That the sun’s kisses are my bane,

And I am dying

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At your feet.

With my lips stitched and my hands tied,

“Good,” the sun will say,

As the blinding light promises yet another

Mind-numbing leech of—a beautiful day.

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Down on my knees,

I will thank you

For the chilling breeze.

For the last time I burned.

For the lesson—I learned.

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You will not let me rest,

Let me safely breathe,

Until I lie and say, “I’ve been blessed.”

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Oh, but—

Pretty, the sun’s rays are.

Like a man’s velvet-soft voice whispering,

“Hello missis,” against the shell of my ear.

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Pretty, so pretty—

Like the most perfect rose you spy,

The one you gawk at, admire,

Pluck, and hold up to your eye.

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You will not cry

When you, at last, notice the sting,

For your ears will ring,

And like a doe-eyed damsel

Held for ransom,

You will look up

At the sun.

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Pretty—but wretched.

I am livid,

Bound

By it.

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Fastidious and deliberate,

I must stifle my fear,

The encroaching senselessness.

Blind and overbearing, it is—

a whisper of instinct.

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I smile again,

And the shadow hanging over my expression

Ceased to be—had never been.

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For God only knows

The horrors—my solace—

The day the sun goes extinct

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And the darkness lingers,

If only for breakfast.

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As always, thank you for reading! :)

Wishing you the best day/night,

Cali

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Never let someone else’s light dim your own.

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