oh, sweet sunshine
oh, sweet sunshine,
why do the people
worship these false gods
in their silly heads
instead of you?
you are real,
glowing,
appear everyday-
tangible.
you are our life source,
our energy,
our light,
our entirety.
yet,
the people take you for granted;
they don’t shower you.
in love,
or admiration.
no;
they leave that
for the fantasies
in their minds.
silly, hypnotized ego.
Posted Apr 6, 2022, 12:57 PM UTC · edited
I really like how you structured this poem, going from long lines to brief then back into long. I think it did a really nice job of adding graceful emphasis where it was needed. Nice work!!