
I gaze intently at the golden ray of the morning sun
As it blinds my sight
As it burns my flesh
Inflicting agony upon me as I stand still
Isn't it ironic how something beautiful can make you feel blissful
And hurt you at the same time?
Finally, I turned my back and left.
And I wish in my beating heart,
Steering clear of the pain..
Is just as easy as closing one's eyes.


