The Sun Grew Jealous

She danced in the meadows

To the sound of spring

In the spotlight of the sun

A flowing white dress

Made from pure starlight


The bees hover near


The birds swoop in low

Stealing glances

Humans take glittering photographs

From all angles

Like a shimmering sea

The sun grew jealous

“Why does no one look at me. Why do they all look away. I want to be beautiful. I want to be adored.”

The sun turned up the lights


In the meadows

A black burnt out mark

Outlining a dress

If you look close enough you can still see

Starlight, sparkling in the night

The sun posing and flexing up ahead

Trying to catch everyones attention

Trying to be loved




Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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