Hypocritical Sun
© Kelli White
The author accuses the sun for killing her mother of melanoma. A strong poem.
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How can you be so bright but bring death?
Why do you hide at night if you bring life?
Some say you are harmful to the eyes.
I say you are the reaper in disguise.
Make me a vampire if that keeps me alive.
Why do I visit her grave with you on my back?
So beautiful, so strong, no answers.
Shining over me, bringing me peace,
But it was you who killed her, o peaceful death.
A ray of light ignites the cell,
That took her life she loved so well.
It was you, sun, you who brings life and death.
Hypocrite, I say you are a reaper in disguise.
Make me a vampire if that keeps me alive.
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