Cursing the Sun

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    Cursing the Sun

    Cursing the sun
    The morning ritual begun
    Praying that something keeps us here
    But afraid its
    "Off to work" my dear
    Why did morning have to come?
    When can morning go?

    Impatiently waiting for noon
    The paper pushing seems endless
    With the big-wigs screaming in waves
    The torture of the slowly ticking clock
    The white puffy clouds taunt me
    Dancing around the sun king
    But soon...

    It is a long drive home
    Although 10 minutes away
    Pull into the driveway
    Can't wait to hear
    "Baby how was your day?"
    But you are not home yet
    So a few hours on the video game
    To take the pain away

    The Sun is fading
    This heart can't keep waiting
    Worried because you not here
    My mind is racing
    Tonight our favorite show is airing
    Is that the doorbell ringing?

    "Hello Officer."
    "I am sorry..."

    Its been three years now
    Still waiting for you
    To come home
    Crying memories to sleep at night
    Your last words echo
    As another morning spent
    Cursing the sun once again

    "Let's destroy the morning sky
    And paint it a lovely shade of you and I
    We'll make our own moon and our own stars
    And the sun will never tear us apart..."

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    wheelsal commented on Cursing the Sun

    07-01-2009

    This is one heck of a write. You entered my heart and the poetry is great also. Hope you are doing ok.

    CongoNetherland commented on Cursing the Sun

    07-01-2009

    I have cursed the sun many times. blah blah blah I have to enter 50 characters

    CongoNetherland commented on Cursing the Sun

    07-01-2009

    Dude, this broke my heart. I am so sorry. I will give you the best I can. My heart strings have been plucked. I am really sorry to hear and read that yours have been f**ked. This poem really messed with me, and I am normall a hard ass with idiot poets. Best wishes, man.

    sharenhansen commented on Cursing the Sun

    06-10-2009

    this is a wonderful poem. I am sorry for your pain. That is so hard u r a great writer pain always makes a good poem or story especially when u learn to grow and go

    Sx9 commented on Cursing the Sun

    05-24-2009

    sad sad,,but true, what can I say life is so unpridictable..nice work feel ur pain and understand,,walk good..

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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