The Sun

So many subconscious memories in my mind that I must channel
Memories that have scared me and tormented me everyday
Memories so vivid and haunting that my soul is constantly tantalized
As I channel this perceivable unrealistic imagination I see darkness
The room is so cold that I see every breathe I make
Is it my breathe?
My flesh is cold
When I glance down I see that I'm bare
Bold-ly I rise to be pushed back down
A sharp pain is penetrated
My body Acclimated
My mind Devastated
My heart Purely hatred!
I cry and try to run but he is overbearing
Yes! HE
He whispers vile words
The light!
I see the sun!
Before I could run I looked to see who is this deceitful man
And when I looked
I saw My brother's friend
He smiled and says don't tell no one
In tears I roll over
And watch the sun

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