Caged By Winter's Sun
My heart is splintered by this winter air,
The still, silent, stabbing air.
It pierces my lung with each breath
Like a hunter aiming to steal a breath.
I look up to the sky in the hopes of seeing what is mine,
My glowing, golden Sun.
But what I see is a burning crystalline
Cloud of white that means to consume my Sun.
The sky bleeds upon me and reveals just a taste
Of my yellow globe. All in haste
I believe until the harsh light breaks my gaze.
What Iong for is a Summer Sun.
This Winter Sun is a shade, a jest, a pun.
My Sun shares warmth I can feel in my fingertips
While this one only steals that warmth and leaves me numb.