The Sun Is Someway Wounded

All itchy where my hands
Your hands
Their hands can't reach -
Pain where the eyes cannot see
Contradictory paranoid feeling
Judged so strictly.

Cosmic, utopic, beautifully broken -
The Sun is someway wounded,
I know for a fact -
It may shine and irradiate happiness
But what if -
What if it burns
into some kind of orange screaming pain -
Like my brain?

Misjudged as I am
And you are
And they are
Scars at heart and soul -
Bruises inside, failed organism
Never to be noticed while your cheekbones
Are still rosy, sunset-like

They just want to get tanned,
Selfish bronze
Smiling summer
For they can't see
Selfish eyes cannot reach
and stone hearts cannot feel -
Inner pain, always refuted
But remember, warmth always sweats
And weeps.

Fragile symbols of eternity
That time cannot heal -
But I know for a fact
The Sun is someway wounded still.

Reviews

[V.B.]

Apparently I never reviewed this, which is weird, because I definitely meant to. I am terribly easily distracted though, so I guess I cannot be that surprised.

Anywho, my favorite thing about this poem is the multitude of bright colors and beautiful images you portray while never losing track of what is actually a pretty dark tone. Really well done, Karina.

[trainwreck]

The title says it all. Your work expounds on this very unique idea nicely. Good job.

[Jess.]

Very clever metaphors, I really liked them. Wonderful piece, one of my favorites from you.

[White Ink]

"Fragile symbols of eternity
That time cannot heal -
But I know for a fact
The Sun is someway wounded still."

Loved the last stanza.. great!

[Seshat Nidaba]

I really enjoyed this read, an interesting use of metaphors and I love the title.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

This is by far one of your best the picture presented here is well awesome is the word that springs to mind.

[Shalini Dinesh]

I liked the metaphors in this poem, they wordings and usage of words are brilliant, the pain is painful but word flows are a delight to read....

[Magdelena]

WOW!!! Now this took my breath away.. Absolutely fantastic... Awesome, and I do mean awesome, write.

Mags xx

[Audrey Howitt]

My favorite line is "warmth always sweats and weeps" Well done! We all tend to ignore others' inner pain because it scares us so much and reminds us of own own inner pain. Your poem reminds me that everyone feels pain and puts me in mind of an old John Prine song: Say Hello In There---

So if you're walking down the street sometime
Spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't pass 'em by and stare
Like you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello,"
Say, "Hello in there, hello."

[Sukriti Suki]

this is sheer excellence..I loved every bit of it..wonderful.