A poem

Why does daylight take all of my energy,

It is as if my creative core becomes evaporated by the over expression of its white abstraction,

Though once the perceptual burn begins to fall asleep,

Whenever the so omnipotent setting light turns love's layers into stars,

At night creative's river's incandescence begins to shine,

With such unabashful nature those stars burn,

As if the black sky were pinned to heaven only for art's laughter itself,

While the daunting sun tears it apart with hot fire day after day,

If only to keep brightless heaven from being all used up at once.

I also have a short story on Tumblr if you'd like to read it.

https://at.tumblr.com/bayleyconkin/701873094877462528/igi5y56n2kbd

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z3tg3v/my_favourite_poet/ixpfqjv?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

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