The Sun

The Sun short poem

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With their backs to the sun
They ask “why” and “where”
Focused on having fun
They refuse to even care

I tell them “turn around,
It’s closer than you think”
But they continue to look down
Without a single blink

I wonder to myself alone
If all hope isn’t lost
Then my mind goes to the throne
And that magnificent cross

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Christopher S. Bunch

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I'm 23, graduated from Anderson County High School in 2011, and am currently self employed. I design websites and write articles as a Freelance Journalist. Poetry is one thing that seems to come naturally for me.
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Nice one. It some how reminds me of times when we put off or avoid doing something until the last minute

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