The Scoffing Sun
-WOSIB Literary Garden-
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The Scoffing Sun
Cynthia E. Jones
Complete madness, all of my days
with no clouds to carry me.
I have only this...
a fable of truth...
the scoffing sun
There is no way to escape
its laughter and mockery.
How can I get away from
mine thine enemy...
the scoffing sun
My midnights bring relief
but even then I can not sleep
as the days are still fresh and
memories clearly of...
the scoffing sun
There, when morning do I rise
and hope for something new
but never is, and all I know
is more of this,
the scoffing sun
Copyright 2006 Cynthia E. Jones |
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