By Riot M.
I sit at my desk
staring at the expanse
of textbooks and notes
my phone buzzes and
i look at the caller ID
i notice that it’s my sun
my hope
my hope was calling me
on my telephone
it feels weird talking
to your light
the light that guides you
to the right path
the light
that keeps you
in your right mind
the kind of light
that may be a little too strong
but you just can’t seem to care
the light that has such an impact
that you can’t help but
break when it’s not around
the sun
that keeps you
awake
the star that helps
the plants of thought
grow in your mind
the sun that can’t help
but radiate on your skin
and make you glow
my hope
of a better future
that will never truly arrive
the hope of an eventual ending
my hope of the ending of it all
when you are no longer
in my life
the light
that blinds me
from the truth
that keeps me
in a state of pain
the headaches i get
when the overhead lights
are too loud
the sun
that burns
my skin and
ruins my beauty
the sun that
melts the sweetness
in my life
the sun that beats
to heavily on the
plants of freedom
that they grow
thorns and cause me pain