Anthem of L
You had me enthralled
my Self, not yet realized;
an unshaped, soft, scared
ball of clay;
in awe of You entirely.
Sunned by You,
trapped in Your orbit,
too stars truck to escape
Your unintentional grip.
But I didn’t want that,
a blank-slate barren planet
dwarfed and blinded
by Your radiance
inferior, hopeless, doomed
to never be Your equal.
So I channeled that,
the months of adoration
and self-loathing
into the anthem of You.
And once it was ready,
I broadcasted it to many
but I played it at You,
hoping the soundwaves
would weaken the chain.
But I was not prepared
for You to inquire further.
Your eyes cutting into me,
crushing me
under the weight of Your gaze.
Inches away from unveiling
the truth of my obsession,
escape was the only option.
My weak form
could not withstand
the strength and potency
of staring directly into the sun
And having it stare back.
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