Sun Poems: 8/9
Nature, Sun

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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