Revolve

The sun is burning my back
Kicking and scratching to keep from setting
It knows the way darkness makes me feel

Though the moon gives off light
It doesn't protect me
Instead, it turns its back
Allowing the black to cloak what is real

My sanity is blurred
From all the chaos in the wind
So I close my eyes and pray all night
For the sun to rise again. . .

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