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The rays of the sun

A poem about mental illness in a relationship

Sometimes I think I can see the water clearly,

I can see your reflection, but I can’t feel you near me.

I look down at the golden sand,

I grab it and hold it but it slithers through my hands.

I think back to when we first met, flying high, burning bright –

Now so cold, falling deep into the night.

When I walk into the darkness, I can hear your mumbles,

Slight movement too, as I feel your tumbles.

I know deep down inside you want me to be with you

But the night always lasts longer than we want it to.

Right now, I need to live under the rays of the sun;

I will keep praying that one day you will finally come.