The Sun Is Broken

The Sun Is Broken

The sun has stayed too long again

Its light no longer feels alive

The roads release their stored-up heat

While empty gardens barely survive

The windows trap a heavy breath

The walls feel closer every day

Even the evening lost its purpose

Night arrives and will not stay

People search for cooler places

Move through hours with tired eyes

Talking less and sleeping badly

Watching pale horizons rise

Someone said this weather is normal

Someone laughed and changed the page

Still the trees stand still as statues

Holding quiet summer rage

I think the sun has cracked in half

One side burns and one side mourns

Pouring fire across the rooftops

Leaving sharp exhausted mornings

Nothing dramatic ends the world

No trumpet sounds across the land

Only days that feel misplaced

And heat that nobody had planned

Families gather in shaded corners

Sharing water, closing blinds

Remembering cooler summers

That now seem harder to find

Outside the light stays unforgiving

Golden once and now severe

As though the sky forgot its limits

And forgot we still live here

Maybe tomorrow clouds will gather

Maybe rain will finally come

Until then we walk beneath it

And whisper quietly—

the sun is broken

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