the sun is beating down on my chest.
Better than fists.
it’s burning my face
Better than shame
Cowing me into a corner, I can hardly move
Suffocation from heat, it’s all the same.
Roaring up there a million miles away, were you always this angry? Are we destined to feel your scorn and be thankful for your life.
Like a mad father who provides all. Angry and bitter forever at the subservience he has drafted himself into.
Am I grateful? thankful? I thank you Life Giver!
Without you there would be no melting, no water cycle, cycling why’s like the way you rise.
The sun is beating down on my chest.
