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Darkened sun

How long can one stare at the sun
without burning?
How did it feel
to be set ablaze
by it?
Was I ever to know
agone I was tattered
away from it?
Shoved and thrown
into darkness.
How many light years,
small eternities,
uncounted minutes
and seconds without an end
can one stand
and drown
in the abyss
before becoming one with it?
Was I still breathing,
or was the mere act
an illusion my mind had cast
once it realized
I was never to escape?
I wanted to glow,
I desired to encinerate,
To feel anything
besides the hallowness
hewn painfully into my soul.
In absentia lucis, Tenabrae vincunt
they sometimes shout
not looking down
as if it was rather
upsetting
what I've become.
I was nailed up a cross,
a monster
and a sin.
And I bleed
and teared
and gasped for air
that wasn't there.
It felt nearly impossible
to breathe,
to be.
But I was.
I fought
and broke
and fell even deeper.
I sometimes wondered
if it ever was going to be enough.
I wasn't getting out.
The sun was never to dawn.

I still cared,
I helped,
and loved,
and gave and gave.
But they wanted more.
Always needed to take.
I offered my soul
on a silver platter.
Licked their love
of a blade
that slashed
and tore
oozing fire and ardor,
hence it was better
than a hatred
they'd much rather
feed me with
a golden spoon.

I died.
When I was born.
Inequity swallowed me
whole.
There was no way out,
no ladder to climb
or hole to peak
and hope.
In void,
light never veered,
I learned
as my heart began
to rott.

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Style/Type: Free verse

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Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem explores despair, alienation, and the longing for connection through extended metaphors of light, darkness, and cosmic distance. The central motif—the sun as both a source of pain and a lost hope—anchors the emotional arc, while the oscillation between cosmic and bodily imagery (light years, abyss, cross, blood) creates a sense of existential scale and personal suffering.

The poem’s structure is free verse, with line breaks that often isolate key phrases (“I died. / When I was born.”) to heighten their impact. This fragmentation mirrors the speaker’s psychological state, but at times the enjambment feels arbitrary rather than purposeful, which can dilute the momentum. Consider whether each line break serves to emphasize a particular image or emotional shift, or if some lines could be consolidated for greater rhythmic or thematic clarity.

Imagery is consistently dark and visceral, with phrases like “hewn painfully into my soul,” “oozing fire and ardor,” and “my heart began to rott.” These lines are evocative, but the density of abstract suffering can risk numbing the reader. Introducing more concrete, sensory detail or moments of contrast (even if fleeting) could deepen the emotional resonance and prevent the tone from becoming monotonous.

The poem references Latin (“In absentia lucis, Tenabrae vincunt”), which adds a layer of gravitas but may also distance some readers. If the intention is to evoke a sense of ritual or universality, this succeeds, but consider integrating the meaning more directly into the poem’s context.

The religious imagery (“nailed up a cross, / a monster / and a sin”) is potent but could benefit from more specificity or complication. As it stands, the allusion is familiar; exploring the speaker’s relationship to this symbolism in a more nuanced or personal way could yield greater originality.

The poem’s conclusion—“my heart began / to rott”—returns to the motif of decay, but the spelling “rott” (presumably “rot”) may be a typo unless intentional for effect. If intentional, clarifying the reason for the variation could strengthen the ending.

Overall, the poem’s emotional intensity is clear, and the metaphors are ambitious. Greater attention to lineation, specificity of imagery, and variation in tone could further develop the poem’s impact and invite the reader more fully into the speaker’s experience.

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