Monday, 29 April 2013

As I Sit There and Wonder

I sit there on the porch,
As the sun slowly shrivels my skin,
Hot like a torch,
I feel the warmth inside my body,
Burning, frying,  decomposing me,
I sit there and wonder.
Why did the sun come out today?
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