This is a poem I wrote after Writing class a few weeks ago. Yeah, yeah, I used to say I didn't really do the whole "poetry" thing...but then I read some poetry that was actually really good, and my opinion about it always being overly wishy-washy and gag-inducing changed a bit. ANYHOW, it's been a LONG TIME since any new material has been posted here, so I kinda figured it was time....and, considering this is one of my very first (and quite possibly very last) poems written, please bear with me...
The sun's authority closes the day; all life is laid to rest. As darkness pours into every crevice, who am I to protest? If Earth is blackened empty space, the sky above is full; pulling every illumined sphere to its heart, leaving none below. So I draw mine eye to the cylindrical glass; magnified portal to the moon. When the sun alights the breaking morn, it will have come too soon.
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