The Beating Of The Sun

I feel the sun trickling down my
neck, this day's heats puts my
mind at a blank, trickling sweat,
anger, the fire that builds inside,
as strong as the suns violent rays,
my back aches my eyes water,
my throat rigged with dehydration,
exhaustion and sadness are placed
on me, i have a weary soul, thou
who feels the beating of the sun, feels
the anguish of man, turmoil as hot
as the day, a fight with oneself to
restrain to not induce pain in thyself
but instead to open your heart to
the wonders of this ever changing
world, my body and mind grow as
fast as this earths fertile ground.
the day proceeds, yet no sign of
the calming cool breeze.

by Chris Tiganescu

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