one fine day the beautiful yellow sun
ruptured and fell to the ground in fragments
shards of yellow material struck me with great velocity
my blood started to evaporate...i was bathed
in golden yellow molten spots all over
soon all that remained was a scaffolding
i was no longer a body able to sustain, to nurture
i was just like the clothes line...
different days different clothes were hung
i can support them on my frame but ...i dont own them
they belong to somebody else
i looked at the portrait of the sky...
a gaping hole where the sun used to be
a hollow wound that oozes pain
unable to heal...by itself...or me
or for that matter...anybody else...