Do you know what it’s like
To be the sun
In the dead center
Orbited by everyone?
Some of the planets want your warmth
Others like the way you make them shine
Some still will constantly leave and return
And say, “you’re not theirs – you’re only mine.”
You spin and crackle with the rage of fire
Producing forceful, amazing, radiant light
Only to be sustained by your inner desire
For none of the planets can give you life.
You watch their travel, ecstatic with hope
That just one of them, only one, might slow
To tell you how bright it is you glow
To shower you with the essence you freely give.
Try as you might to be really seen
They don’t seem to care
Only concerned with taking and taking
Even more from you, far more than their fair share.
Your only wish, that just one planet
Could give you breath
And instead they take, take, take
Only leaving you eventual death.




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