The Sun

I know the sun will never set on me
I only receive light from envy
I know my birth was not well received
Why true love was never achieved

I know why hope is deceived
And why lungs can hardly breathe
I know why razor lays unsheathed
Where faces will never grieve

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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