When we were young,
we were jealous of the sun;
raising our arms
to try & encircle it, keep it close,
make it ours forever
& as we grew,
nourished by its calm gaze,
you gradually became
secretive, sly & suspicious
of me & my time in the sun,
as though it warmed me more,
as though I was pushing
you out of its orbit.
Your cruel face darkened by shadow;
you tried to take away all light,
just to deprive me of
joy, laughter &
a sense of self.
Hoping to make yourself bigger,
you pushed me down
into the cold, cold earth;
watched as your shadows spread.
But…
What then?
Did it make you happy?
Bring fulfilment
to watch others suffer
in your sad wake?
Now you sit alone in the dark;
not even the tiniest spark
to illumine your cruel, cruel heart