Two poems and a note
“Burn” by yours truly
You burnt my dreams,
So, it seems.
“So, on your feet use creams.”
Out there me seams angry teams.
All environment seems a pirate.
“Just keep quiet.
Don’t start a riot;”
“Sun” by yours truly
Sometimes the sun here is too bright
And the light comes into the window of your home
Like a malevolent gnome.
Sometimes I prefer night:
Maybe because I’m not bright.
A note
It can be hard to write middle parts of a narrative. The exposition about politics came naturally, but I have stalled a bit. I think the middle may be about the politician getting pushback on his ideas, and I am still unsure of the ending.