The Sun

I threw a rock at the sun when I was seven
I stared, but the rock never came down
I figured it caught aflame around the atmospheres

During dinner, sunburned glass gave itself to the Earth
Slicing the world into its own fragments
The world began to shed its old, decaying skin

Like a newborn baby out of his first home,
The People shivered with open arms
Eyes closed, embracing the glass like their mothers

I went to my room and covered my ears to the cries
Everyone wanted cleansing to try again at their mistakes
Somehow in the terror, I fell asleep while lying under my bed

I awoke to absolute darkness and the shrieks were gone
I walked the streets with an old flashlight my mom bought me
She said, use this when the lights go out so you don’t stub your toe

I found no one and nothing in my quiet, dark town
My eyes adjusted to the darkness but my heart never will
I walk the streets every night, in search of nothing

I know one night will come soon while I walk through my town
I will see a flashlight’s beam along the horizon
And I will lure them into my home to talk of the day I ended the world

© 2004 Matthew Kealoha De Lima

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