Dorothy

21

Under Radiant Temper

From hours of dawn,
to hours of dusk,
a mild, yellow temper
follows me every step.

His bursting lights upon my back,
a burden that breaks all of my soul,
unable to stop his unbearable rays
and lingering still of a skunk smell.

No cloud in sight for just a shade,
he cares of himself and that I stay,
becoming the soot beneath his flame,
locked in chains of a fiery rage.

But out of his light, into the shadows,
let me perspire his radiant temper.