Sun Bathing
A poem of deep comfort.
Sitting out in the sun the warmth on my skin.
So deep it puts me to sleep.
At the beach the waves crashing against the rocks.
So deep into the nap that I take.
Feeling myself relax, and feel comfy inside.
The comfort of the sand like a soft pillow.
The water rushing through my mind.
Figuratively speaking the water being my relaxing feeling.
The relaxing feeling never ending.
Until everyone leaves.
Does the comfy feeling become clear to me.
I wake up it's evening, my skin red like a lobster.
Realizing that the pain though unbearable I had a comfy relaxing day.
Now, let's go to the hospital for an unbearable day.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
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Loving the beach and it was awesome until skin turned red as a lobster,